I propped my laptop on the edge of my bed, straddling it with my legs. You watched as I slowly undressed, reveling in your gaze. I certainly admired my view of you, naked and erect, grinning like a fool who just won the lottery.

I traced your tattoos with my eyes, taking in the sight of skin, wishing I could rake your bare chest and arms with my nails as we make rough love. I couldn’t resist peaking quickly and powerfully as I fucked myself senseless. I’m an exhibitionist on my stage: watch me as I buck and purr for you, daddy.

I came for you in my most vulnerable state. Grief-stricken and lost, I knew I had you and your desire to pull me through my troubles. I needed your appreciation and adoration. Being able to play for you brought such sweet joy.

I could have cried upon seeing the love in your eyes. The way you blew me kisses and thanked me for sharing myself with you emphasized the chasm that preceded that moment. I was selling myself short rather than demanding for more. We both came intensely and tirelessly such that we rode the waves of pleasure as it swam through our bodies, never wanting it to end, but grinning even when it did.

It opened a new chapter of healing for me, with you at my side throughout. Sometimes it is enough to fulfill a role for each other, for the time being. But I look forward to the possibility of it becoming more someday. xoxo

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Green fingernails trace the soft pink flesh surrounding pert nipples. The tips stand at attention, which is also what they crave. These nipples desire pain. Sloppy, wet, tooth-inducing pain.

Show me your teeth.

Sharp canines sink deep into my neck, pressing on a jugular such that the pulse presses hard and fast against those hot, full lips entrapping it.

Let me live.

Deliberately slow fingers admire pale flesh, inviting goosebumps to pop up along their journey across the terrain. It’s as though the body responds instantaneously to touch; it quivers and quakes, begging to be touched twice over.

Give in.

The taste of a salty tongue intrigues. A voice unleashes itself into another’s entrance; pleasure is spoken and shared.

 Words.

Thank you, Mr. Payne for another sexy work of art based on an image of me.

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First read Kitten in the Tub Part 1.

Daddy strokes her hot pussy, petting her clit as he pushes two fingers into her. Kitten purrs; she is his now. He notices her legs quivering slightly from the pleasure he gleans from her cunt. She half-squats for Daddy, holding onto his free arm as he slowly teases her into submission.

“Piss for Daddy,” he murmurs, rocking his fingers inside her. Kitten fiercely wants him to press her spot, to bring her to orgasm but she first must empty her bladder onto Daddy’s hand. She whines softly as her breathing becomes more labored. In her bent position facing Daddy, she watches his face as she begins to allow a little bit of pee dribble into his hand.

His eyes shine with arousal. His fingers become more urgent; he guides Kitten closer to the edge as her hot piss rushes down his forearm. Daddy begins stroking himself with new-found vigor. The hot scent fills his mind with dirty thoughts, plans of what adventures he wants them to embark upon.

Kitten takes control, slowing the flow and prolonging the sensation. The wave of pleasure surges through her; his meaty fingers urging her to pant, her release pushing her to finish. She leans forward and presses her open mouth on his, her tongue vigorous with need. Sharing their fluids makes her feel closer to him now, she feels more vulnerable. Kitten needs him to care for her, and she needs to come for him.

Daddy feels suddenly more loved by his kitten. He takes his hand from his cock and begins stroking her body, tracing the soft curves of her breasts as he teases her erect nipples. She cooed softly in his ear as she emptied her bladder on him. His fingers gave a final press before he removed his hand from her cunt, half covered in arousal, half in release. Daddy’s eyes watched his little girl’s reaction as he slowly licked every finger clean.  She was both repulsed and aroused by their urine covering each other, but as they caressed, stroked and loved each other, her arousal won out. The kiss they shared was a salty-sweet one, and their desire as fiery as when they first met.

Fucking in the bathtub was imminent but he knows she wants to be clean first, as aroused as she may be, so first he turns on the water and lathers up the sponge. Time to take care of his brave little Kitten. xoxo

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Knowing Daddy was about to phone me, I hurriedly crawled into bed, pulled down my tights and panties, exposing my mound to the cool autumnal air that was seeping through my window. I had some dildos at my side; I was wet with the excitement of my plan. Daddy didn’t know it yet, but this was the first time I’d play and come for him on the phone. I couldn’t wait.

With growing excitement and impatience, I teased my pussy with the smaller dildo by sticking in just the tip. As it rested barely inside of me, I began rubbing my clit slowly just when the phone rang.

“Hello, Kitten. How are you?” The slight hint of his accent always gets me hot.

“I’m fine, how are you Daddy?” I purred, wiggling around on my bed to get comfortable.

“What’s up, Kitten? Your voice sounds… different.”

“It’s nothing bad,” I smiled,  “I’m just in bed, about to play for you.”

“Ahhh…I see. This is your sexy voice.” Daddy said, laughing. Surely there was a twinkle in his eye, a semi in his pants.

I quickened the rhythm of my rubbing, enough for my heart to race. Little sexy moans escaped my lips as I knew Daddy enjoyed them too. I imagined him wiggling as he drove, desperate for a release from the trap I caught him in. We flirted while we talked of possible tomorrows and what I needed to do to myself at the present. I happily pleased myself to tease him; he simply adored it.

“Kitten, I’m almost at work. Daddy needs you to come for him. Think you can do that?” His voice strained but sexy. The arousal was heard in the slight huskiness of his words. I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in his lap, riding him to completion like the good little slut I can be, only for him.

“Yes Daddy.” I breathed, panting. I was too aroused, too worked up for Daddy. The slow build up during the call was just what I needed to push myself to the brink of a big orgasm. I needed this. My pussy was dripping wet, the bigger dildo slid easier in and out of me. I was really working up a sweat from needing to please him, to come for him.

“I’m coming Daddy.” I mouthed at the phone, forgetting he’d only hear my breath exhale in a sharp hiss. I found release with my dildo stuck tight in my pussy, refusing to concede completion. I arched my back with the finish, I clamped my eyes shut as I imagined him ejaculating on me, in me, for me. Daddy was mine.

“Time for chores,” Daddy said. xoxo

He crawls to me. Lovely big eyes, shining, watching as he slowly inches across the cool tile floor. I gently, tauntingly tug at his chain, urging him forward.

Beckoning him closer to me, I make him kiss my feet.

“Kiss them.” I demand. He knows what “them” refers to. He gently bends down,  honoring my toes with a light brush against his supple lips. I feel the tingle emanating from the contact. He is mine for tonight.

“Enough. Lie down on your back.” I hear a breathy Yes, Miss, in response to my order. My attention goes to shackling him in; his arms and legs get restrained to the four poster bed. I allow him his vision for tonight, for I want him to see me challenge him. Besides, his eyes are just too sexy. I smile to myself.

I see the question in his face, but I do not answer it. Slipping off my panties and heels, I crawl on top of my exposed, vulnerable man. I crouch above his head, hovering my lips inches from his. He wants it.

“Please Miss, may I lick your vulva?” he asks, timidly. He knows I like the v word because it amuses me. Plus, it’s fucking correct.

“You may, since you asked nicely, pet.” I crouch a little lower for contact, holding onto the wall as he explores me with his tongue. I bite my lip, keeping quiet and in control. Soon his face glistens from my juices on his cheeks.  Right before I begin to desire penetration, I change positions, getting back onto the floor to grab my riding crop.

His face, sticky and sweet, pales as he eyes my crop warily. He knows better than to speak out. I don’t intend to hurt him, but rather I mean to push his limits a tad, for he needs to learn to fully trust his domme.

“Do you want to feel this crop?” I ask.

“Yes, Miss.” His eyes have hesitation shining in them. I imagine a bead of sweat dripping down from his brow. I let him wait, allowing anticipation build his excitement and fear far more effectively than I could have achieved by rushing him. I pace slowly around the bed, watching my pet like the seductive predator that I am.

To be continued…

A tad blurry, but it is so difficult to take a photo of one’s own arse. Gah! All I want for this Sinful Sunday is to be spanked, paddled, etc.  Spank me! xoxo

My boss wears the sexiest dress pants that hug his ass cheeks and complement his front bulge. Every time he walks past me I ache to grab his crotch. He seems to ignore me, but always slyly grins each time I bat my eyelashes and blush in his direction. I make it obvious my tight dresses and plunging necklines are all for him. I just bid my time and focus on my job until He seeks me out. [R-A-W-R]

I wear pencil skirts, thigh-high tights, heels, and shirts that gracefully allow my breasts to spill out of them. Quite the typical corporate casual attire.

One day I go into my boss’s office to discuss unimportant data and numbers. As I hand him my pen, he overreaches for it and knocks it out of my hand. The pen falls, rolling behind me on the floor. I hastily turn around and bend over, forgetting about my split-open skirt and panty-less damp crotch.

As soon as I hear him breathe in sharply, I remember.

I froze with my ass in the air (because real ladies bend at the waist) before standing back up. I rose (as did something else) and began to turn around.

Next thing I know, my boss pulls me over to him and gazes into my eyes as he lifts up my skirt. Without saying a word, he begins teasing my pussy with his thick fingers. Two fingers teasing my hole and a third finger flicking my clit.

Panting, I lean in for a taste of his tongue. He shoves his tongue into my mouth just as he shoves three fat fingers into my pussy. I moan loudly, leaning onto his desk for support. I cum quickly all over my Boss’s hand. Once he wore me out, a panting and hot mess, my Boss licked my pussy to taste my juices.

After he lapped up all of my cum, I crouch down on my knees, and pull out my Boss’s throbbing cock. I want it all for myself, and I want him to moan because of my, erm… handiwork.

He spreads his legs apart as I lick his balls. When I ease his head and shaft into my mouth, he gently grabs the back of my head and begins to fuck my face. I feel his balls slap against my chin as I mouth his full dick.

He then thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth, causing noisy, wet suction noises as I try to prevent gagging on his thickness. I feel his cock throb more quickly as he gets close to the finish. Right before he cums, he slows down places his tip onto my outstretched tongue. He grunts as he spurts into my mouth, as the excess drips down my chin. I take his cock and stroke it to make sure I drink every drop of his cum.

It’s been business as usual ever since. xoxo