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The Skinny On The Hanky Code

August 30, 2020 By Joji Sada 6 Comments

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Early last year, I was given the opportunity to “fly my colors” for the first time.  Meaning, Master walked me through how to properly fold my two bandanas, so they would lay comfortably against my jeans, to express my interests to the other 1800 people in attendance at a kink convention.

Wearing colors had never crossed my mind.  Do not misunderstand, I wear my pride with my patches and my pins.  I am proud of my positions, as both a submissive and a Daddy.

But, the Bandana Code, also known as the Hanky Code, had become a relic of our past by the time I was in the scene.  It was used predominantly in the 1970’s and early 1980’s.  From talking to others in my local community, it is scene occasionally nowadays but is most often used more as a party theme.

I do wish it were still part of our community today.  I have hearing loss in both my ears.  I have lost around 30% of my hearing on each side.  I also struggle with hearing certain tones.  This means that during parties, my partners use hand signals for check-ins.  Since I cannot hear them properly, and they may be facing away from me, we built a rudimentary set of four signals to express our current state of mind.  When trying to mingle with others, I find it very hard to be able to talk to them, and hear their answer, which makes pick up play difficult.

Flagging, or hankies, were not used during play.  However, they were used to express what you were looking for at that time.  You could look out across a sea of people, and hone in on who was into what, and what role they were. 

It was known to have been used in Canada, Europe, and the United States.  It was used in the gay Leather community but has since been opened to all genders and sexualities.  Back then, hankies were used to denote a sexual fetish, what kind of sex they wanted, and whether they were a Top or a bottom.

Left side flagging indicates a Top.  Right side indicates bottom.

Keys were a predecessor of hankies.  The Left/Right indications were still the same.  Finding that out was amusing.  Especially since I have, and probably always will, hook my keys to my right belt loop.  Who knows that invitations I would have been subtly sending out if the key code was still actively used today?

Maybe I am impractical, but I wondered what happened if you had multiple interests.  At that point, it feels like I would have a rainbow hanging out of my pocket to express it all.  It was clarified, through a whole lot of laughter by Master, that you typically picked one or two colors and may swap them out depending on what was desired that night.

He expressed that he always wore his black hankie, since he is a Sadist above all else.  His secondary color changed as needed.

The colors have been added to over the years.  I’m going to include the basics from Larry Townsend’s 1983 Leatherman Handbook II.  If it spikes your curiosity, google Hanky Code colors and watch the lists grow exponentially.

Black- S/M

Dark Blue- Anal Sex

Light Blue– Oral Sex

Brown– Scat

Green– Hustler/Prostitution

Grey– Bondage

Orange– Anything Goes

Purple– Piercing

Red– Fisting

Yellow– Watersports

*As notated, the giver and the receiver were determined based on the side you put your Hanky/bandana on. 

I have never been the most outgoing individual.  I am unsure if I ever would have been brave enough to wear orange.  Then again, I believe it probably led to some unforgettable times between individuals.

We may never see a resurgence of the Hanky code, it would be nice to have an easier way to find my people when I am faced with the loud, rambunctious environments that surround both parties and kink conventions.Attachments area


My name is Joji.  I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42.  I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling.  I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay.  I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning.  I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan.  I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education).  It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement.  We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.

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Girl Across The Bar

September 24, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 7 Comments


I lean into our kiss, pushing her gently against the wall of the room. Hands gliding slowly over her body. She’s already moaning into my mouth. She puts her hands through my hair, grazes them over my breasts, my nipples hardening under her gentle touch.

My mind flips to earlier when I watched her from across the hotel bar. Watched her closely as she took the glass and lifted it to her lips. Pink liquid kissing them before she swallowed it down. Putting a  hand through her brown hair, she twisted the ends in her fingers, smiled and laughed as the bartender spoke to her. Pausing for a moment before our eyes met. I wasn’t subtle about taking her in. It was clear that my gaze was entirely on her. A smile flashed briefly across her face..

I pull back from her, staring into her blue eyes and nod towards the bed. I watch as she walks towards it, hips swaying slightly. I like the way she moves. She looks back at me over her shoulder with that smile again. She sits on the edge of the bed as I lean down to kiss her. And from there- My God from there, there is no longer space between us. Pinning her hands above her, I command her not to move. I just want to taste her. My hunger is as great as her need.

I bite her neck hard and as my hands start to search and explore her curves, I delight in her gasps and moans. Stripping her bare, her clothes tossed to the floor, I take one of her nipples softly in between my teeth, and flick it with my tongue. My fingertips dance along her skin leaving trails of goosebumps behind them. From her breasts, across her stomach, then finding her magic, little button. I settle there and start to play.  Softly, gently teasing her clit with my fingers as I move down her body.

My mind flips back to earlier. Watching this beautiful girl. Observing her smile as the bartender brings her the drink I ordered and sent to her. Again, she catches my gaze as he motions in my direction. A little nod to acknowledge me before she takes another sip. I hear my phone buzzing in my  purse, and take a moment to read the message sent.

“Hi, okay if I sit here?”

I look up and meet the warm smile of the girl across the bar who is now beside me pointing at the seat next to her.

“Of course,” I text. I turn to face her as she sits, and starts to  trace the tip of her glass with her finger. I listen intently as she talks about what brought her here tonight. The stress of her job. Needing a break just for herself. I can relate. Eventually our conversation quiets into longing stares. She pauses to retrieve something from her purse and discreetly hands me a slick plastic card, which I realize is the key to a room at the hotel.

“See you soon?” she inquires. She smiles as she stands to leave. She doesn’t wait for my response.

I kneel at the end of the bed between her thighs and at last spread her wide. She is so exposed to me now, a heavenly feast for the wicked. I make her wait. Her hips rock up urging me forward. I grasp her thighs, plant little kisses along them, but skip over her sweet honey pot, the very place she wants my mouth the most. I know the ache she feels. I know exactly what she longs for, but I ask her anyway; I want to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want,” I order as my voice fills the room.

A quiet “please” is uttered. It’s the only word that escapes her mouth.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, ” I again command.  I lick her dripping slit quickly. “You want my face there? My tongue buried in you?” I coyly ask.  I wait for her response as she catches her breath.

“Yesss please,” she begs with a raspy tone.

“I’m not so sure you want it… Tell me again. I want to hear you say it,” I tease.

“Pleasse, lick me, taste me, I want you there, play with my pussy, fuck me, make me cum.” Her desperate words make me drip.

“Mmmm, Good girl.”  I look into her glacial eyes as my fingers slide inside. She yelps loudly before my mouth gets to work. She pinches and plays with her nipples as I start licking her slowly and tenderly, feeling the build within her. I lift her sopping wet pussy to my mouth, supporting her ass with my hand. I suck and lick. My fingers work in a steady rhythm, fucking her until the moment she screams my name and starts to gush- soaking me and the bed beneath her. I lick my lips savouring her taste and rest my head on her thigh, feeling the slight tremor it still holds. Her eyes remain closed as she breathes in deeply.  I rise to my feet and smile proudly to myself as I walk to my overnight bag, removing the magic wand from it.

She sighs and declares, “I love date night.”  

I walk back towards our bed and state, “My beautiful girl, the night has just started”


About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

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Surrendering To Her

September 17, 2018 By Broken Unicorn 2 Comments

“Ready” by Sir Render
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Commissioned as an avatar piece

I love it when you are blindfolded. Surrendering your vision to me is such a beautiful expression of your submission. There is nothing I find quite as appealing as knowing that you are there, wearing what I have chosen for you, unable to see what I am wearing or bringing with me when I arrive.

I instructed you to change and be ready by 6:00 p.m., and that I would be there between 6:15 and 7:00. The uncertain time is part of the appeal. Once you have dressed and put on your blindfold, the passage of time becomes uncertain. The waiting, the anticipation is all you have.

I entered the room, quietly. I know that the door opening announced my presence, but my footsteps are soft as I enter. I turn the corner, and you are there, kneeling on the king-sized bed that dominates the room, illuminated only by the light of the bedside lamp. You are a vision of loveliness. The blindfold I provided is black, obscuring your features like a mask, with thick lace covering the eyeholes. You are also wearing a lacy, black bra with matching panties, but nothing else. Your hands are flat on the bed beside you, and your head is down. I love seeing you like this. Submissive and willing and waiting.

I whisper quietly to the person who accompanied me into the room. You are unaware of their presence – or are you? You have betrayed no sign of knowing that they are there. However, that could simply be because you know I do not wish for you to move until I have given you permission to.

Sitting on the bed next to you, I lean over and whisper in your ear. “Thank you for waiting, pet. Not long ago, you told me that there were things you wished to do, or rather wished to have done to you, that you would not normally desire, simply because you know it would please me. Do you remember this, pet? You may speak.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with some trepidation in your voice.

“I am going to make one of those fantasies come true tonight,” I tell you as I gesture to our guest. You feel their weight join us on the bed;  I feel you stiffen with tension and then force yourself to relax.

I take your chin in my hand, and turn you to face me, kissing you fiercely. My tongue invades your mouth, penetrating past your teeth as I press my lips to your own. Our guest watches us, and I can see that they are getting excited by this display.

I turn your head away from me to face our guest. They lean in, their lips touch yours for the first time. Their kiss is more gentle, more delicate, probing, not claiming. But, they are not staking you out as their property; they are here at my request to be with you. Their hand reaches up to touch your face, and for the first time as you feel their long, delicate fingers and pointed fingernails, you realize beyond a doubt that the third person in the room is another woman.

She breaks the kiss with you, and her hand begins to slowly explore your toned frame, touching your hair, your arms, your shoulders, your torso. Fingertips gently slip under the strap of your bra, tracing down almost to touch your breasts, but stopping just before they slip under the cups.

She leans in to kiss you again, this time more passionately, one arm wrapping around you, embracing your quivering body. For the first time, you are able to get a sense of her. She is shorter than you, fuller in figure with a larger bust, which you can feel pressing against you. At my instruction, she had stripped down to her own bra and panties along with a pair of stockings held up with elastic garters.

“She’s beautiful,” she says to me as you hear her voice for the first time; I wonder if you know who she is.

“Sir, do I get to see her?” you ask as I lean back against the headboard. I am still fully dressed, but the sight of the two of you embracing has already made me hard beneath my trousers. I kick off my shoes, swing my legs onto the bed, still leaving plenty of room for you both.

“No, you do not. Not yet.”

“But she can see me…”

“Indeed. Because she wanted you as much as she wanted to do this for me. And I wanted to show my pet off to her.”

“But…”

“Are you questioning me, pet?”

I know that you know the words that can make this stop. I do not wish to prompt you, but I find myself wondering if you will invoke them.

“No sir.” You pause for a moment. “Green light,” you say quietly.

I smile, and whisper in your ear, “You can stop at any time, remember that. However, it pleases me that you’re willing to continue.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

I lean back away from the two of you.

“Give yourself over to the moment, pet. I want to watch the two of you explore one another, and undress each other.”

I see a faint blush come to your cheeks, and I know that you are considering the reality of the moment. I smile as I see you accept this truth, and you turn back to her, blindly searching for her mouth with your own as your hands reach out to cup her full breasts through the satin bra she’s wearing.

Her nipples are thick and prominent, always sensitive, and I see them stiffening and elongating through her bra at your touch. I watch as the two of you trade open mouthed kisses as you feel her tits through the satin. Your palm rubs across her nipple as your fingers touch the sensitive flesh flowing over the cups of the bra. Your fingertips slide under the cup as she breaks your kiss and pushes you back until you are supine, lying beneath her.

Her mouth descends to your neck, kissing and biting as her hands slip under your lithe form, reaching behind you to undo your bra, revealing your delicate breasts to her eyes, hands, and mouth. I watched, enraptured, as for the first time your nipple was taken into the lips of a woman. Were your eyes closed under the mask? What were you thinking? As she suckled at your breast, I imagined that her teeth and tongue were lavishing attention onto your nipple. She turned her head to me without releasing your breast, and I saw the wicked sparkle in her eye.

That was when I heard it-so soft that I could barely hear it. The soft sigh of contentment – not quite a moan – escaping your lips. I smiled. You are so beautiful in your pleasure and surrender.

Her right hand slides up to stroke your other breast, and I watch as her left descends to the lacy waistband of your panties. Her fingertips toy with the elastic; she gives me a look from the corner of her eye, silently asking for permission to disrobe you. I shake my head, wanting to prolong the moment. She throws a small nod my way to acknowledge my request.

She unlatches her mouth and slides back up to face you. Her left hand has left the waistband of your panties and is now gripping your ass as she grinds herself against you. She kisses you again, and tells you “I want you to play with my tits.”

She rolls over to her side, pulling you on top of her, and you turn to face me, still unseeing, but knowing where my presence is. “Sir?” you ask.

“It would please me very much to see you do so, pet.”

You do not speak, but bring your mouth down to her neck and begin kissing and biting your way lower to her full breasts. Your teeth and tongue start to explore her through the satin, and she lets out a throaty moan. “Yes, that’s it…” she says as she tangles one hand in your hair, pulling you tighter to her.

You reach behind her, undoing her bra, and as soon as her thick nipples are revealed, you turn to face me again. “Is this what you want, Sir? My mouth on her?” Your tongue ventures out, just ever so slightly flicking the tip of her nipple.

“Very much so, pet,” I say, my voice husky with desire.

And with that, you do not hesitate before bringing her breast into your mouth. Your lips pull back as your teeth gently clamp down on the nipple, and her moan is echoed by my own whisper of “Yes….”

“That’s it. Lick me, bite me, ohhh! Suck my tits. God, this feels so good….” Her litany continues as your mouth lavishes attention on her breasts, and your hands quickly come into play, squeezing the other breast, thumb rubbing back and forth against the nipple, fingernails gently scraping the delicate skin. Her breasts are so different from yours, larger, fuller, her nipples thicker and longer and much more sensitive. I know that you are not naturally attracted to women, but as your mouth and hands play, I sense that you are beginning to get into this. Not only because it pleases me – and it does – but also from the natural curiosity and exploration of a female form that is so different from your own.

I am so focused on watching your oral and digital worship of her breasts. Because of her sudden gasp I notice that one of your hands has made its way between her thighs, and is now stroking her pussy through her satin panties. Even from several feet away I can see the damp patch from where you have made contact with her; she bucks her hips up to meet your hand.

Tempted though I am to see how much further you would take this on your own, I am beginning to feel neglected, and my cock has seldom been harder than it is right now due to watching the two of you pleasure each other. “Enough,” I command. “Come to me.”

I reach out my left hand to guide you to my left, while she gets on hands and knees and crawls over to my right, her breasts swaying as she crosses the bed. I cannot resist stroking one breast with my right hand as she curls into my flank.

Knowing that she will see, even if you cannot, I turn to kiss you first, fiercely claiming your mouth once more. I can just barely taste the sweet aftertaste of her breast in your mouth.

After a moment, I break the kiss, and turn to look at her. There is jealousy in her eyes that I kissed you first, but also desire and hunger. When I kiss her, it is her that becomes aggressive, pushing her tongue into my mouth as her hand descends to my chest, her fingers slide into the opening between the buttons on my shirt, and her fingers tangle in my chest hair. As she is kissing me, you take initiative. I feel your mouth on my neck; your fingers start to gently trace the outline of my manhood through my pants.

After she breaks the kiss, I let out a sigh of contentment. Wrapped in both of you, I am fully content, and while I cannot wait to fuck you both, this moment of simply having you both in my arms is pure bliss. Between the gentle kisses you both are planting on either side of my neck and the idle motions of your hands against my body is fueling my need, and I want more.

“Undress me. Both of you. Work together,” I instruct.

“Sir, may I remove the blindfold?” you ask. “I want to see you as we reveal you.”

“You may not,” I tell you. I then turn to her. “Take off her blindfold.”

I feel you give a small shudder of pleasure as you feel me take even this tiny bit of power away from you. You are so strong, so in control of everything else in your life – surrendering to me when we are together gives you so much freedom.

She reaches behind your head, and gently tugs at the knot tying the mask to your face. As the lace falls away you blink several times to adjust to the light. Your first look is up to my face;  you tilt your head up to kiss me as you see my face. The kiss is brief as you turn to see her for the first time.

You take her in, examining her features. I wonder what you are thinking as you see her laying with me and with you. You remain an enigma to me in this moment as you simply nod and ask her “Shall we?”

A competitive glint appears in her eyes as she nods. She uses one hand to turn my head to face her as she kisses me again. Once her mouth is locked to mine, that hand descends past my waist and begins to undo my belt.

I catch her hand, stopping her. “No. Slowly. Take your time. Remove my shirt. Together.”

Your mouth had already gone to my neck, and I feel your lips curl back in a smile as you hear me chide her. Do you enjoy knowing that I control her as much as I control you? Your fingers nimbly undo the first button, your nails scraping through the hair on my chest as you slip the tips of your fingers into the opening you have made. Her hand works its way lower, undoing buttons one at a time, almost as if trying to race yours. You do not make any move to get in her way.

Your nails rake down my stomach, stopping just before my belt, which she is already undoing.

Again I reach out to catch her hand, and I break my kiss with her.

“ I want you both to remove my pants, but leave the underwear on.” I lightly press on your shoulder; you pick up on my unspoken cue. You begin to kiss your way down my body, stopping to briefly take one of my nipples in your mouth, lightly biting occasionally as you trail your way down so that your head is level with my groin. She had already begun the same descent, and although she does not duplicate the action with my nipple, she takes her time, moving slower as she goes. You both end up face-to-face with my clothed cock between you.

The two of you do not speak to one another, but you must come to some unspoken agreement. Your hands gently take hold of my zipper, undoing it slowly as she resumes working on my belt. The two of you finish simultaneously; your hands come together to undo the button of my pants. As it is undone, you each take grasp of one side of the waistband, and working in unison, slide my pants down my legs.

All that separates my cock from being exposed to you both now is the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs. You must be able to see how hard I am through the thin material. You cannot help but notice the wet spot where the head presses against the fabric.

“Now, remove my underwear. Without using your hands.”

With the two of you trading a look, you each take ahold of the elastic waistband, biting into them at my hip. You begin the descent down with your mouth, taking the garment with you. There is a moment when the waistband catches on the head of my cock, but the two of you are relentless, and after a moment it slides past, my cock springing up after being released.

“Take me into your mouth,” I instruct. You pause, as does she. Which of you am I instructing?

I could answer for you. I could tell you precisely what I desire. I am more curious to see what you will do absent instruction. Who will move first to capture me in their mouth? You or her?

You both approach, timidly, warily, wondering what the other intends, and wondering why I was not more clear. If the wrong one of you moves first, will I stop you? You exchange a look, and then you both approach my manhood from the side, lips closing on one side or the other of my shaft, almost meeting each other’s, as if you were sharing a kiss with my cock between you. I feel the flutter of your tongues moving across me as you both begin sliding up and down.

It takes you only a moment before you find a rhythm with each other, and soon you are moving in perfect unison, one of you traveling up one side of my cock, while the other moves down the other side. Occasionally, you take the head into your mouth, and when you do so, her tongue is moving across my balls, and then vice versa.

It is utter bliss, utter perfection, having both of you worship me with your mouths. My hands come down, tangling them in your hair and in hers. I do not direct you or try to guide you with my hands, I merely wish to let you both know by the tightening of my grip how pleased I am as I make unintelligible sounds of pleasure.

Pleasure begins to build, but I do not want to cum in either of your mouths. Not before I have claimed your pussies. So, with great reluctance, I pull slightly back on you both.

“That was incredible, my love, my pet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” Your voices harmonize, and it is only because I am so focused on the moment that I hear how you each end the sentence differently.

“I need to fuck you,” I say.

“Which one of us?” you ask.

“Both of you.”

I grip you by the shoulders and pull both of you back up to be face to face with me.

“Roll over. On your hands and knees. Face the head of the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” This time you both use the title, and I smile.

I slide down the bed as you get into position. The sight of the two of you side-by-side, each bare except for your panties (and her stockings) is one that I will not soon forget. You are so different from one another, and yet I am enthralled with you both. I kneel between you, one hand descending between each of your thighs.

You are wet, your juices soaking through your lacy panties. I slip a finger past the barrier they provide, running my finger up and down the length of your slit, taking the time to play with your clit as I do so. She is no less aroused, although her fuller satiny underwear does not so easily lend themselves to being pushed aside.I first must pull them down over her hips, then further down around her thighs. My mouth lowers down to her lower lips and begins to probe her with my tongue while my fingers make a similar exploration within you.

“Oh God…” she moans as my tongue pushes past her tightness. She is not normally so vocal, but I do not mind that she is putting on a show.

As my fingers curl inside you, stroking you from within, I hear you groan with pleasure. I know that you cannot help but make the sounds I elicit from you. I smile as I pump you harder with my fingers, hearing your breath catch.

I continue to pleasure her with my mouth as I take you with my fingers, and I soon hear you make the unmistakable sounds that tell me you are nearing orgasm. I take a moment to consider – am I willing to let your first orgasm occur before my cock has entered you? And then I realize that the answer is an unquestioning “yes.” My pleasure feeds off the knowledge of your pleasure, and I am not so cruel a Sir as to deny you the opportunity to come.

I teeth come into play as I lightly bite on her clit, knowing that this drives her wild as my fingers increase their tempo in you. She will not come from my mouth, but I want her to be utterly aroused as she hears you come. I want her to witness you in the full throes of passion.

“Please, please, please, please, Sir,” you whimper. “Please make me come, please, please.” I do not answer, for my mouth is otherwise occupied. I add pressure to your clit and pump deeper in you, driving you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure that is almost pain, and collapse forward, raising your ass even higher in the air. I let my fingers slip out of you as I move my face away from her now soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck her,” she says to me.

“Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me,” you beg with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

I move into position behind you, cock rock hard and dripping with arousal. As I do so, she scoots up to the head of the bed. She leans back against the headboard, legs spread, putting your face mere inches away from her cunt.

“I want you to taste her, pet. Taste her as I take you.”

I have your panties pushed to the side, and there is nothing preventing my cock from entering your pussy. I line myself up, sliding the head between your slick folds. You look over your shoulder at me. I know that you are hesitant, and I wonder if I have pushed you too far, if you will tell me that the light is Red. However, as your eyes meet mine, you see the naked desire in them. I will not force you to do this, but I want it deeply. And so, even as you push your ass back, sinking the first few inches of me within your womanhood, you lower your face between her thighs and your tongue snakes out, tasting her for the first time.

I push forward, driving deeper into you, and also forcing your face more fully in contact with her sex. I can hear the sounds of your lips and tongue exploring her, the sounds of moisture showing me her arousal. As I begin to slowly fuck you, I cannot see your face, but I can see that your hands are now on her inner thighs, and I wonder if you have a finger within her.

What I can see, however, is her face. Her eyes are heavily lidded with arousal, even as jealousy clouds them tool. It is one thing for her to know that I fuck you, that I give you pleasure, but it is quite another thing to see my cock entering your body. She is aroused, turned on by the moment, by the excitement of being with you and me at the same time, but she is also envious. The question in my mind is whether her green eyed monster will fuel her excitement or end it? I soon receive my answer, as her hands come down into your hair, pulling you deeper into her.

“Eat me,” she says. “Eat my pussy. Make me come while he fucks you. I want to come with your tongue buried in me, buried just as deep as his cock is in you. Don’t you dare stop, make me come, or I’ll never let him fuck you again. Oh!”

Whatever it is you are doing, it must be right, because her eyes close, and her mouth opens in a silent moan. Her nipples are completely erect, hard nubs on the tops of her full breasts. The sight of her so aroused as I drive my cock into you is almost more than I can take. I slow my pace slightly.

I want this moment to last. I want to feel the exquisite sensation of your pussy gripping me as I fuck you and you go down on her. I want to see her come at your touch, just as much as I want you to come as I penetrate you.

With my slower pace, your orgasm overtakes you with far less speed. This works to my advantage because you are now able to focus on what you are doing to her, and I can see that she is nearing climax as well.

“Make her come, pet. Make her come, and I will fuck you until you scream,” I whisper. You hear these words and redouble your efforts, fingering her deeply as you suck on her clit.

“Uh….uh…. Oh…. oh…. Ohhhhhhhh!” She moans. Her thighs clamp down around your head; her eyes rolls back as she climaxes; her hands curl into fists. As I watch her come, I speed up my thrusts, plowing into you like a machine, and your orgasm follows hers by mere moments.

I am very, very close to coming as well. But I know that I cannot come inside of you. And she will never forgive me if I do not fuck her as well as I did you. So, I reluctantly pull out of you.

Gently, I push your hip, motioning you to the side of the bed. Once you have moved out of the way, I grab her hips and pull her down away from the headboard, lining her up so she is on her side, facing you. She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you in to kiss her, tasting herself on your lips

I slip behind her, lifting one leg in the air as I slide into her from behind. She lets out a muffled moan into your mouth as I enter her. Her pussy wet from your oral attention, my cock still slick from our coupling. She pulls you to her, throwing her leg over your hip. Your pussy is so close to hers; your pubic bones bump together as I thrust into her from behind. Her full breasts and hard nipples dig into your more modest tits, and my hand snakes between you so I can caress you both, my fingers gently pinching first your nipple, then hers.

My orgasm was imminent before I started fucking her, and feeling her tightness engulf me while seeing you and her kiss, feeling both of you under my touch, it is all combining to push me right to the edge.

I lock eyes with you over her shoulder. She breaks the kiss with you, moving to bite your neck. “I’m going to come,” I say. At first you are not sure if I am speaking to you or to her. Perhaps a bit of both? I clarify. “I am going to come inside of her, pet. I am going to fill her with my cum. I want you to see.”

“Yes,” she moans, taking her mouth away from your skin. “I want to feel it. Fill me up. Come in me.”

Keeping your eyes on mine, you chime in. “Yes, Sir. I want that. I want you to come.” Your hand reaches down to where I am entering her. Your fingers play with the base of my cock as it slides smoothly in and out of her tight wetness.

It is strange, looking into your eyes as my cock penetrates her. Feeling the mix of your hand and her pussy surrounding me, driving me to new heights of pleasure and lust is more than I can endure. I feel my orgasm start, deep in my balls, and as I erupt, coating the inside of her cunt with my cum, I scream out in passion. You lean over her, kissing me as I fill her fully.

We all collapse, with her pinned between you and me. My hand strokes your hair as my other arm snakes under her, holding her around the waist. Slowly, I soften, slipping out of her with your fingers still gently touching us both.

“Thank you, pet. Thank you for doing that for us. With us.”

“You’re welcome, Sir,” you beam

“I just have one request,” she states.

“Anything,” I chime.

“Next time, you need to orgasm while inside of her,” she says.

You smile. “Yes. That.”

“For the two of you? I think we can arrange that,” I say, returning the smile. I kiss you again, and then turn her head to kiss her, fully content with this moment and the both of you.


About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084

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Thank you Master

June 25, 2018 By slave_bunny 6 Comments

Lesbian kiss, black and white face with pink lipstick and lip gloss. Passion and sex. Homosexual sex. Girl is kissing her girlfriend. Women's love and passion. Female tenderness and relationships


The curtains were pulled back just enough so the light of the moon bounced off her thin figure and perky breasts.

A lavender candle flickered.

A brunette with a pixie cut, Lila, walked slowly towards the busty, naked, hourglass shape sprawled out on the bed.

Lila held the candle in her hand. Her emerald eyes were illuminated by the flame.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, looked down at her prey, smirked, and placed the candle on the nightstand.

She knelt down and coolly grabbed four neckties of all different patterns out from under the bed.

Paisley. Striped. Blue. Plaid.

As she stood there with the ties in hand, hip cocked to one side, she asked,

“Are you ready to be my good, little slut?”

The blonde vixen, Miranda, turned her head (but nothing else) to face her. Miranda nodded slowly, bit her lip, and moaned quietly under her breath.

Lila calmly slid out of her camo booty shorts, and threw her tank top onto the armchair that lived in the corner of the room. Only her nude bra, black thong, and ankle socks remained on her toned frame.

“Here’s how this is going to go. I am going to tie each of your limbs to one of the bedposts using one of these neck ties. After I make a tie, I’ll remove one article of clothing. That’s your reward for being such a good, little, bound slut. Nod if you understand me.”

Miranda sheepishly nodded trying hard not to prematurely gush all over the bed. Her royal blue eyes were fixated on Lila, and how her curves looked in the candlelight.

Miranda’s left wrist was now tied to the bedpost. Lila leaned in so that her chest hovered right above the tip of Miranda’s nose. Her hands reached behind her body in a very casual manner to undo the nude bra that was keeping her supple tits at bay.

She took her time getting it unfastened. She did not want to rush any moment she had with her slave.

Her nipples were perfect. Not too dark. Not too big. The perfect way to end her immaculate, bouncy breasts.

Miranda’s right ankle was now neatly tied. Lila’s left sock hit the floor.

After each tie was made, she was sure to note whether Miranda had enough blood flow and that she could move her fingers and toes.

She was not the kind to want to harm anyone. She thrived off of pleasurable and willful submission.

A few minutes later, Lila finished typing Miranda’s right wrist. Lila liked to keep Miranda guessing. She loved asymmetry and having a particular pattern picked out that seemed spontaneous to her partners.

Lila’s right sock grazed the floor.

After the last tie was in place, Lila straddled Miranda, and lifted herself off her round, fit ass, so her pussy was in line with Miranda’s lips. Lila could feel her slave’s breath on her cunt..

“Take them off. With your teeth.”

Miranda’s mouth widened and gracefully caught the side of Lila’s panties.

She precisely and slowly pulled her mouth downwards until she could not move her head down any more.

They smelled of cum and anticipation.

With her panties wrapped around her shapely thighs, Lila stood, and slinked out of them the rest of the way.

Lila stared at her beautiful, human trophy with her head cock-eyed. A slight smile slowly made an appearance on her lips. A few seconds later, she caressed Miranda’s high cheekbones, sensually dragged one finger between her very large breasts, and kept going further down her slave’s luxurious torso. Before she reached Miranda’s adorable clit, she let her hand trail off to the side of her slave’s body.

Miranda arched her back and let out a few low moans, shuddering at her Master’s touch.

“Good girl,” whispered Lila.

Lila then tilted Miranda’s head forward ever so gently, and effortlessly placed a gag in her mouth.

Miranda smiled with her eyes. She could not believe such a sexy creature was taking the time to do this to her.

After the gag was secure, Lila straddled her again.

From this position, she took the candle off the nightstand, lifted the gag, and planted a kiss that would turn any head on the shoulders of any human.

Her tongue swirled around in Miranda’s mouth, touching her teeth. At first hard, then quite soft. As if to say, “This is all the love you will get tonight. The rest will be domination. Savor it. But don’t get too attached.”

Lila placed the gag back into her property’s mouth. Miranda loved the gag, but also loved kisses. It was a win-win from where she was laying.

A few moments later, Lila blew out the candle, breathed in the lavender aroma, placed her index finger in the wax, and pulled that finger down Miranda’s stomach.

Again, Miranda smiled with her eyes as small goosebumps rose on her skin.

With a calm inhale, Lila poured three droplets of wax onto Miranda’s gorgeous tits. Miranda arched her body once more, turned her head to face the window, and uttered a few muffled winces of pleasure.

Lila, with her free hand, cupped her property’s perfect peaks, and took a moment to suck on and bite each nipple with acute precision.

A sharp feeling of ecstasy trickled from from the tip of Miranda’s breasts all the way down to her toes. Her feet flexed, then pointed.

After seeing the readiness and enjoyment in Miranda’s eyes, Lila carefully poured the wax onto her slave’s porcelain skin, making the letter “L”.

This time Miranda moaned louder, and her body convulsed.

“That’s right you little, darling slut.”

Lila was very proud of herself. She loved seeing her property painted and tied up like this. As Lila watched the purple wax dry on flawless skin, she was very pleased with the work of art she had created.

She had her girl right where she wanted her. And better yet, her girl loved being there; she loved being owned by her Master.

“Lick me,” ordered Lila.

Lila’s shaved cunt was now lightly pressed against Miranda’s chin. Lila took the gag out of her partner’s mouth once more, and lowered herself so that Miranda’s tongue could easily access Lila’s perfect, pink, clit.

Lila braced herself by placing her hand across Miranda’s seductive features.

Lila’s hips moved back and forth as she rode her slave lightly. Miranda’s tongue was now wedged deep between her Master’s pussy lips. Lila’s head bent backwards and a few deep moans were echoed from her pouty mouth.

When she was about half way to orgasm, she pulled away from her property just enough so Miranda could lap up her wetness like the good girl that she was. Miranda began licking Lila similar to a kitten lapping up milk. So soft. So light. Just enough of a tease to make anyone quiver. Goosebumps adorned Lila’s arms and legs. Her body began to lightly shake as she rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her slave’s active tongue.

When she was quite close to cumming, she pushed Miranda’s face away from her body. She wanted to save her climax for later. She had more in store.

She went back to standing, and grabbed a vibrator from her dresser as well as a purple dildo. After placing a piece of her hair behind her ear, she instructed,

“You are not allowed to cum until I say so. No matter how much you want to. Do you understand, darling?”

Miranda nodded. Her glacial eyes now reflected a hint of worry. Lila had already brought her close to orgasm with the wax and the manipulation of her mouth. How could she endure any more?

Lila powered up the vibrator. First using it on Miranda’s face, then nipples, then waist, then thighs.

She stopped to use it on herself for a moment just to keep the suspense going. However, she held back and would not let herself cum. This was more for show than for orgasm.

After a few sensual inhales, she went back to using it on Miranda. First, on the face of her wonderfully bald pussy. Then, on the inner thigh. Finally, she placed it on Miranda’s adorable, pink clit.

She put the vibrator on max power and pushed hard into her slave. Miranda convulsed over and over again- similar to a fish out of water, and made loud, muted gasps through the gag.

Lila smirked, and inserted the dildo into her property as well. Miranda was so wet at this point, the dildo slid in in under a second.

With her right hand, she controlled the dildo. With her left, the vibrator.

“Take it, you whore. Be my obedient, little, good girl.”

Those words alone made Miranda have to use every ounce of self control she had left not to make the bed into a slip-n-slide.

Miranda’s eyes were welling up with tears of pleasure. Her temples began to throb. Her ivory skin was now completely flush.

Lila pushed into her harder with the vibrator.

A yelp could subtly be heard from Miranda’s heart-shaped lips.

Miranda’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her throat was exposed to Lila. Her eyes were facing the back wall. Her body was as far off the bed as it could go. Her vision was blurred. She could no longer think coherent thoughts.

“That’s right, kitten,”

“Ah!

“Oh!”

“Ah!”

“Oh!”

The dildo was going in and out of Miranda’s perfectly tight twat even faster now. She could barely contain herself.

Her body was sparkling with tiny sweat beads. She wanted so badly to pinch her erect nipples, but alas, her hands were tied.

The motion of the dildo became even faster. The vibrator began moving in circles and pressed even harder into her.

She was about to explode!

Lila stopped to bite Miranda’s swollen nipples. She licked up some of the sweat off her hip bone, and gave her neck a little nibble.

Lila then laid on top of her, and threw the toys to the side of the room.

She gazed into her slave’s eyes, and brushed the golden hair out of her face. Miranda was heavily panting.

“Good girl. You can cum now.”

Never breaking eye contact, Lila began to finger fuck her property. Miranda was dripping now. It was as if Lila’s fingers had gone swimming. Inside Miranda, it was absolutely frictionless.

Their breasts sat on top of one another, feeling the full intensity of each other’s body heat. There was no amount of space between them. Lila held her property close to her body, absorbing her sweat and breath. Their bodies began to move as one- almost as if they were dancing.

Lila could feel her slave’s fit pussy walls stretch and contract. Her three fingers fucked her slave hard and deep for a while. Then-

Miranda gushed all over the sheets.

Once Miranda had finished cumming, Lila went between her legs and licked up as much as she could.

Miranda’s breath went back to a more regular tempo. Her inhales were now full and long. Relief had been given to her.

When she was done tasting Miranda’s reward, Lila kissed her slave on the forehead.

“Sweet, girl.”

Lila removed the gag, and placed it by the candle on the nightstand.

“Thank you, Master,” were the only words that Miranda could muster.


About the Author:

Slave Bunny, a 1950’s power slave, is involved in a wonderful and loving TPE 24/7 M/S relationship with her Master and husband. She is also the Creative Director of Kink Weekly.

She has dedicated her life to working on herself mentally, spiritually, and physically, and hopes to inspire others to do the same. Through teaching and mentoring, she hopes to help everyone in the Kink community as much as she can.

Feel free to add her on Fetlife (Slave_Bunny992) to see her upcoming workshops and classes.

 

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