Part Two

It was impossible right from the start.
They were both involved with other people and their lives couldn’t be more different.  Nobody would ever have guessed these two shared a secret. But if you looked just a little beyond the surface,  you might see that they were exactly what the other needed.
Thankfully no one ever looks beyond the surface.
After months of wondering what could be, she decided to slowly spell out for him how she felt. Considering he was the only man who has ever reduced her to a shy, quiet shell of her former self, this proved challenging for her. He never once gave her any sign that he wanted her.
Nonetheless, she decided she wanted him. To her utter amazement the feeling was mutual and she hugged the secret to herself while she tried to figure out how they could meet. After mulling over their options, she decided a quiet motel would be ideal.  She booked a room and waited anxiously for the day to arrive when they would meet.
After what seemed like an eternity,  the day came. She agonized over what to wear until she realized that it didn’t really matter. If she had her way, she wouldn’t be wearing her clothes for too long anyway.
She arrived first and waited for him. She could imagine the thoughts going through his mind.
Is this right? What if we’re seen? What if she wants more than I’m prepared to give? What if we end up really liking each other?
She hoped he would push the thoughts from his mind as she had. She knew his situation and she had no desire to cause him problems. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to wrap her legs around his body as he fucked her.
He knocked at the door and her heart pounded as she opened it. Finally they were alone together. 
If he thought she wanted to talk a little first, she quickly disillusioned him. She had waited far too long to waste the little time they had together talking and voicing their fears.
She kissed him passionately,  loving the way he bit her bottom lip. He decided then that he would forget about everything else and enjoy her.
He undressed her slowly, admiring her petite build. Wickedly he thought how easy it would be to pick her up and fuck her up against the wall.  Once she was stripped down to just her black thong,  he pushed her down onto the bed, looking over her slowly. They only had this short amount of time together and he wanted to memorize every inch of her. Her breasts were small, no more than a handful and her skin was like silk. He ran his hands up her legs, stopping to touch her slit. He could feel the wetness through her panties. Silently she willed him to take them off. He was in no such rush, and he slowly rubbed her clit. She moaned and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter.  He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down.
She shivered as she watched him undress. A part of her couldn’t believe her luck. This gorgeous man was here with her!
Naked, he licked her slit, loving her sweet taste. Flicking her clit with his tongue it wasn’t long until he could feel her cumming. He licked faster and faster until she moaned his name and he felt her legs begin to quiver.  He couldn’t wait any more and he moved on top of her and she felt his hard cock slide in.
He was big and it stretched her. How she loved the feeling…
He fucked her hard, aware that sex with her was infinitely more erotic than anything he’s ever experienced. There would be time to think about why this was later. For now he just wanted to go with it. He could do what he wanted with her and that turned him on. He put her legs on his shoulders and plunged his cock in deeper. She gave a little scream but when she felt another orgasm starting she lifted her hips as if to beg for more.
When he felt she’d had enough he pulled out of her and told her to get on top. Blushing, she quickly obeyed and straddled him.
She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, taking every inch of his cock inside her. He grabbed her hips urging her to go faster and harder. After two orgasms she didn’t think she could handle any more and she shook her head. He looked up at her and their eyes met. He held her gaze and said one word.
“Cum”
And she did. He felt her pussy throbbing around his cock and he reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples until she stopped moaning.
“Now suck it” he said.
Exhausted,  she climbed off of him and took his cock in her mouth. She tasted her juices on him and she wanted more. She took every inch in her mouth and he gripped the back of her head to hold her there as he came. She felt his cum slide down her throat and she swallowed greedily.  It was delicious and she couldn’t get enough. His nails dug into her skin one last time and then he was done. She had sucked every drop out and was finally satisfied.
She got up and sat by the window, lighting a cigarette. As she smoked she wondered what would happen next. Would their story end here? Would the day come where she would run into him by chance and they would politely say hello, their faces never betraying their secret?
Whatever happened would be his decision. That she knew. Despite the fact that she was more attracted to him than ever, she knew she could still be his friend and be happy for him. Jealousy had never been a quality she possessed.
He watched her intently.  He didn’t need to ask what was on her mind. He was thinking similar thoughts.
Maybe their paths would cross again.  And maybe their situations will have changed.  But for now they would be two very different people who shared a secret.
~Bella

Fisting 101

“What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy?”
I turned my head towards Him and blushed. There was one thing I enjoyed but I had never told Him. I had always felt that it was a secret best kept hidden. I squirmed and turned away from Him as I was picturing my kink in my mind. He seemed to enjoy seeing me so uncomfortable and persisted with His question.
“Princess…Tell. Me”
His tone told me that I couldn’t evade His questioning any longer and I stuttered as I replied.
“Ummm, well, I kind of, sort of enjoy feeling, ummmm stretched.”
There. I had said it and there was no going back. My dirty little secret was exposed for Him to see. I could only hope He wouldn’t have a change of heart about our new found relationship. Looking back, I smile to myself as I realize how unfounded my worries were.
“Stretched, you say? I think I could make your fantasy a reality for you” He said as He got up off the bed and went to the closet where all the toys were kept. I was still somewhat of a novice when it came to all things kink. All I knew then was that I felt a very real need to submit. It wasn’t something I could explain back then, but I craved giving myself up entirely to something greater than myself. I needed to relinquish all control and I loved pain more than anything. Before I found Him all I could think about was what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of a crop or whip or paddle. How exquisite the sharp sting would feel on my backside and I wondered how far I could be pushed before I broke.
These were things I would learn about in time. His time. With an uncanny ability to peer into my mind, He knew what I needed and when I needed it. This insight is what made it so easy for me to trust Him, quite literally, with my life.
He came back to where I sat on His bed with a small spreader bar with a chain attached to it and a bottle of lube. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked what He had planned. He smiled His gorgeous smile and told me that He could tell me, but He’d rather show me.
Eager to obey, I hopped out of bed with enthusiasm and made my way to the centre of the room. Above my head was a hook that He attached the spreader bar to. He turned me around so that my hands were behind me and He strapped my wrists into the spreader bar. How I loved the feeling of helplessness! Knowing that I was completely at His mercy made me so hot and so wet.
He shortened the chain so that my arms were almost straight out behind me. I had never been bound quite like that before, but I knew right away that I loved it. It would be a challenge to be able to maintain that position and I devoured the opportunity to show off my endurance. I laugh now at my naivete, and I cringe when I think of how clueless I must have seemed, but He assures me it was an adorable cluelessness.
Within minutes the ache in my arms set in. My shoulders felt like they were on fire after ten minutes but I suffered in relative silence. I was determined that I would remain quiet and not beg for mercy. Truth be told, I didn’t want any. Although I was in restraints facing a man holding a bottle of lube, I felt like I was home. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
His fingers hooked into the sides of the shorts I was wearing and He slid them down my legs, grazing my skin with His fingertips as He took them off. I shivered and as I shook I was reminded of the throbbing pain in my shoulders and vowed to remain perfectly still. When I was naked from the waist down He produced another longer spreader bar and attached it to my ankles. I was completely spread eagle, completely vulnerable as He moved behind me. He gripped a handful of flesh on my ass and squeezed it roughly. I moaned happily and felt my pussy begin to throb, aching for Him to be inside me.
As I fantasied about Him fucking me from behind I felt His hand come down hard on my ass. I lurched forward and groaned as my shoulders ached and I struggled to regain my balance. With each blow I fought to stay as still as I could. I had no choice but to stay in one spot and accept the spanking. There was no escape from it and even if there were, I doubt I would’ve wanted to.
When He felt I had taken enough, He reached for the bottle of lube and I was nervous about what He had in mind. My biggest concern was that He would fuck my then-virgin ass. We had discussed it before, but I didn’t feel ready to try anything more than plugs and beads. I berated myself for not specifying that the stretching I had in mind was not for anal.
Thankfully my fears were unfounded. I felt a wet finger slide in my pussy. I breathed a sigh of relief and I heard Him laugh behind me.
“No Princess. I wasn’t going to do that” He whispered.
How does He get in my head like that? How did He know, with one sigh, that I was scared He would put His cock in my ass?
I would’ve mulled over this question further but He slid another finger inside me and then another. This was a new sensation. I could feel the inside of my pussy being spread wider and wider as He moved His fingers apart inside me. When the fourth finger pushed its way into my wet slit I came. With His free hand He spanked me as I throbbed around His fingers and I screamed for more. Always willing to oblige, He slid His thumb in. He was not knuckle deep in me and the feeling was absolutely breathtaking. I could feel my insides being stretched and it was making me so fucking wet. It was a sharp sting as my skin was spread apart, and an incredible feeling of fullness. I wanted even more and I tried to slide down His hand, needing to feel all of it in me.
He laughed at my impatience and as He felt my pussy open up to Him, He went even deeper. I moaned and could feel another orgasm starting. My hips bucked wildly back and forth and as He felt the throbbing begin for a second time, He pushed deeper and as His entire fist entered me, I came.
He slid His hand in and out and spanked my ass hard. I felt my legs buckle underneath me and I was ready to collapse. I felt so violated, so exposed and so fucking turned on as I throbbed around His wrist. This was one reality that was better than the fantasy, I remember thinking.
After I was completely drained He slid His hand out slowly, savoring every second of it as much as I was. I whimpered quietly as I felt His fist leave my pussy. I knew I couldn’t take any more but I wanted to desperately.
He patted my red ass gently and whispered that there was all the time in the world to play again. I shivered again as I felt His breath tickle my ear. Bending down, He unhooked my ankles and then reached up to free my wrists. He caught me as I fell into His arms and He scooped me up and carried me to his bed. I turned on my stomach so I wouldn’t have to lay on my sore ass. Knowing exactly where it hurt, He began massaging my shoulders and back.
I remember feeling so loved, so protected and so absolutely happy. I knew that this was just the first chapter of what I’m sure would be a wickedly kinky love story.
~Bella xo

Off Topic

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~Bella xo

A First

He sat on the edge of our bed, absentmindedly stroking my bare legs. I lounged on the bed like a contended cat, almost purring with appreciation of His caresses. His fingers danced their way up to my thighs, and hooked into the side of my panties. I looked at Him and He grinned back, knowing my consent was not needed, as it had been given so very long ago.
I watched silently as He slid my panties down and I raised my hips to assist Him. The silk of the panties tickled my skin as they were peeled down and dropped to the floor. He moved closer to me and lifted my shirt over my head as I raised my arms and I lay before Him completely naked. He eyed my body appreciatively and I could see the proof of His desire as my eyes strayed to the bulge in His pants. He removed His shirt and pants, carelessly flinging them across the floor, and faced me. I looked at Him from head to toe and felt the familiar rush of excitement flow through me. He gripped my knees and spread them apart. I allowed my body to go limp, to bend to His every wish. He stroked my stomach gently, moving down to the strip of hair that leads to His favorite place. With His thumb and forefinger He gripped the hair and pulled. I gave a little scream of surprise and He smiled and released me. His fingers, He decided, could be put to better use.
He spread my lips and bent his head to lick and kiss my slit. I felt His tongue darting in and out of me, coaxing my orgasm. I obliged, as if there was ever a doubt, and came quickly. As my slit pulsed, He slid two fingers inside and felt me tighten then loosen around Him. My whole body relaxed as my orgasm came to an end, but still His fingers continued probing. As I felt myself start to cum again, He slid a third finger inside me. I felt a twinge of pain at this but it was exquisite sensation. In and out, in and out they went, bringing my ready body to dizzying heights over and over. After He had slid a fourth finger into me, He ordered me to pull my legs up and hold them in place. I gripped my legs behind my knees and lifted them up. I could see almost His entire hand inside me and my eyes widened. I had never been fisted before and I was nervous. I knew that was what He intended to do. It was a soft limit of mine, something I was open to, but wasn’t ready for.
As if reading my mind He said to me “We can stop if you’d like”.
Silently I shook my head no. I wanted to be pushed beyond my comfort zone. I wanted that intimacy between us after we played. Mostly though, I wanted anything He wanted.
he bent His head to me again, to relax me, I’m sure. When I came, He slid His thumb inside and I screamed. He brought His head up and smiled.
“You’re wound up too tight Princess” He said, “I need you to loosen up” He laughed at His double entendre.
With His free hand He began spanking the back of my legs, and I reveled in the sharp sting of pain. My tense body relaxed once more with each spanking and by the time He hit 20 I was calm.
He went back to His task and He made almost a duck bill with His hand and began sliding it in. My pussy felt like it was being ripped apart and I could feel my body fighting against His hand. He spanked me once more and when I relaxed, He went a bit further. This went on until He was almost wrist deep. I was crying, caught between my pleasure and pain, not knowing if I should be screaming or cumming. He pushed into me and I cried out in pain. When I felt His free hand strike my thigh I started to calm down and He pushed again and His entire fist was inside me. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. So full, so stretched, so sated. He gently rocked His fist back and forth and licked my clit which was protruding due to the stretching of my skin. The little nub was so exposed, begging for attention and He licked at it furiously. The sensation was almost too much for me to bear but He didn’t ease up. He lapped at it like a cat to milk and I came desperately hard, my slit throbbing against His fist. He spread His fingers out slightly and I screamed with pure joy. He made my orgasm go on forever it seemed, as He licked, sucked and even bit my swollen clit and opened and closed His fist. I laid on the bed, impaled and writhing in ecstasy as He toyed with me, enjoying the sight of me losing all control over myself. He loved being in charge, and He milked every moment of our coupling for all it was worth.
When He decided I had had enough, He raised His head and looked at my glowing face. He took in every inch of me, my flushed cheeks, my hardened nipples, the hand prints on the back of my thighs, and His fist deep in my pussy. He asked if I was ready to let His hand go and I nodded, although I could’ve stayed like this forever. He ordered me to push out while He pulled away, and He bent His head again, gently licking at my tortured clit. I pushed His hand away, fighting every urge to tighten up and make it harder for Him to stop, but as I felt the rush of my orgasm, I knew I had to listen to Him. I was not able to endure a punishment in my drained state, and I knew that not listening would merit a severe punishment. So I pushed as He slid out of me and as I started to cum, He freed His hand. I felt it slither out as I came and then a gush of fluid as I realized I was squirting. He kept licking at me and His fingers latched onto my nipples and He pinched them hard as I covered His chin and chest with my juices. My body bucked and shook underneath Him as He pinched and licked at me and only when He felt that I was done did He move away, releasing my clit from His mouth and my nipples from His fingers. I was barely back down to Earth when He scooped me up and placed me carefully in our bathtub. He turned the water on and I squirmed as the level reached my pussy. It was so red and raw and hurt badly, not to mention the hand prints were stinging at the touch of the warm water. His hand on my shoulder calmed me and He took the washcloth and began cleaning me, tenderly washing all the parts that hurt. I cooed in His embrace, exhausted, sated, thrilled, serene and everything in between. This is the way I always felt with Him.
~Bella xo

Untitled

I sit on the front step, anxious for Him to come home. Hidden just inside the house is my collar and leash. I am wearing clothes that will peel away easily from my body. After what seems like hours but is in actuality a few minutes, His car pulls into the driveway. I greet Him affectionately, much more so than I ever see the neighborhood wives greet their husbands.
Standing in our driveway, we look much like any other couple. Nobody would guess what is about to take place. He holds my hand and walks in front of me slightly. I slip into the subservient role easily for when I am in my sub role, I am truly home. If I had my way, I would sit at his feet all day while He works, quite content with the occasional smile or pat on the head.
He opens the door and hangs His coat up. I bow my head and start to feel the familiar emotions; excitement, fear, nervousness and incredibly turned on. He slips my shirt over my head and peels my pants down. I am naked underneath as He has ordered me to be. My collar is placed around my neck and I shiver at the feel of the leather. He secures it snugly and attached the leash and snaps His fingers. I sink to my knees and He pulls the leash. I follow on hands and knees to the kitchen. He glances at the table and sees His glass of water with four ice cubes waiting for Him. He strokes my cheek and smiles at me. I feel a blush break out over my whole body. Praise from Him always gives me a strange feeling..I feel like a shy little girl who was singled out when all she wants to do is blend into the background.
“Come” He says as He sits on the couch. He pats His lap and I curl up on my favorite seat. I smell His skin and kiss His neck tenderly.
“Tell me about your day” He says.
I tell Him about the chores I did, the emails I answered, and the shower I had. I stop suddenly and He asks me to continue. He has caught me and He knows exactly what I will say. I confess that I might have let my hand wander while I showered.
He raises an eyebrow at my impertinence. He nods for me to continue. I rubbed my arms feeling cold suddenly. Over the years He has trained me to be open with Him and to never edit myself. As a result I can’t lie to Him, although sometimes I wish there was a way around telling Him intimate details I would prefer to keep secret.
I went on and explained how I had stroked myself, slowly at first before bringing myself to a delicious orgasm.
His face remained expressionless. He stood up suddenly and I fell to the floor. I wanted to glare up at Him, but I knew it would not help my situation. The problem was not that I had touched. It was that I had touched without asking. I agreed that my orgasms are not my own. They belong to Him and He decides when I am to have them, or not have them, whatever the case may be.
I felt the leash being tugged and I was pulled to my feet. We stood at the edge of the couch and He pushed me back. I fell onto the edge of the couch and looked at Him. He was halfway across the room digging through the drawer in the kitchen. He returned to me, sprawled on the couch and He forced my naked legs apart. He ordered me to close my eyes and I squeezed them shut, even placing my hands over them because I knew I would peek. I dislike having my eyes covered. I do better when I know what to expect and He knows this. My breathing quickens as my mind races, trying to figure out what He will do. As I weigh the possibilities I feel a sharp burning flash of pain between my legs and I howl in agony. I know He has the bamboo spatula and it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Being hit on my most sensitive area hurts so much more than any spanking ever could. A tear squeezes out of my eye and I can feel it run down the side of my face. He hits me again and my legs start to close before I feel Him prying them open. My slit feels burning hot and swollen. He hisses at me “Why am I doing this, Little One?”
“Because I didn’t ask to touch” I scream at Him, weeping uncontrollably.
“That’s right.” He slaps me again and I writhe on the couch, desperately praying this will end soon. “Will you ever do it again?” He hisses at me.
“No Sir, never again. I promise!” I cry out.
With all His strength He slaps my pussy again with the much despised spatula. My knees lock together and I turn on my side, sobbing and mumbling about how sorry I am. I feel a tugging at my neck and I open my eyes as I climb off the couch. He leads me to the play room and into my cage. He slams the door and locks it and goes to leave the room.
I look at my punished slit but can’t bring myself to touch it. It stings and He has drawn blood. Despite my pain, I feel an exquisite calmness. It’s almost euphoric. I took what He dished out. I feel strong, soft, and utterly His.
He pauses at the door and looks down at the table where my journal sits. He picks it up and brings it to me with my pen. He slides it through the cage into my hands and tells me I can come out when I am done writing to you all.
With shaking hands I begin to write “I sit on the front step….”
~Bella xo

When Good Girls Go Bad

She was on her knees, completely naked except for a pair of weighted clamps attached to her nipples. With each movement she could feel them tugging and biting into her flesh. He towered over her, laughing at her obvious discomfort. He knew that before long it would be a lot worse for her. He grabbed the back of her head and maneuvered her onto all fours. All the affection he felt for her was suspended as he reveled in his dominance. She looked stunning in her submission. A fine film of sweat gave her body a beautiful sheen and the clamps, He decided, were perfect. He grabbed a paddle and began striking her. With each smack her body lurched forward only to have her try and keep still. She didn’t want the clamps to draw blood. He continued the beating and noted with amusement that her cunt was dripping wet. “She loves this,” He thought, “the dirty little whore.”
When he felt her ass had been sufficiently punished, He took off His clothes. He threw them to one side of the room, knowing full well she would scramble to pick them up later when He had tired of her. Positioning himself above her, He spit on her asshole, getting it wet. He considered Himself kindhearted as He spat down at her. A less loving man wouldn’t have bothered.
The tip of his cock teased her asshole, entering her slowly then pulling out. He enjoyed watching the little hole pucker in anticipation and He took his time teasing her. When He was ready, and only when He was ready, He thrust every inch inside of her. She screamed out in pain, but this only excited Him more. He fucked her hard, with nothing but His own selfish pleasure in mind. Her nails dug into the carpet, the clamps swinging wildly, and all she could do was hang on and pray it would be over soon.
She could feel her flesh tearing as He pumped in and out. Tears began streaming down her face as she sobbed. Her insides felt like they were on fire, His body rubbed against the welts forming on her ass, the teeth of the clamps were now drawing blood, and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
He slowed his pace, once again teasing her. He knew she was hurting and was near her breaking point. With a superior sneer on His face he asked if the princess was all done playing. Normally she would have defiantly shook her head no, but she had never been fucked so ruthlessly before and she simply didn’t have the strength to take any more. She nodded her head in defeat.
“Good” he said “Come over here and finish me off” He ordered.
She was aghast. He didn’t seriously expect her to suck His cock after it had just been in her ass? She searched His face for some sign that He was joking. He had never degraded her like this before. He always agreed with her that it was disgusting when porn stars did that in movies. She gazed up at him pleadingly.
He smacked her across the face and told her that the next time she hesitated she would regret it. Her body was trembling violently as she bent her head to the task commanded of her. She opened her mouth and gingerly began sucking and licking his cock. She could taste blood in her mouth and it made her sick. She couldn’t help it and she threw up, half over him, half over herself. She was humiliated to be sitting naked and covered in vomit, but part of her was relieved. Surely He wouldn’t expect her to continue now? He must be so turned off, she reasoned, any minute He’ll order me to go shower and clean myself off.
As if reading her mind, He shook His head. “Finish it” He said coldly.
Shocked, she opened her mouth again and was disgusted to taste her own salty juices, blood and vomit on his cock. She began to cry again and she struggled to breathe as she sobbed. He looked down at her, covered in puke and tears, with her nose running and laughed. How he enjoyed seeing her like this. She looked like an absolute whore, He thought, His whore.
He tired of her slow sucking and decided that she could do better. He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face as hard as He had fucked her ass. She swallowed His cock and tried not to gag as she felt it slide down her throat. Her hair was wrapped up in His fist and He pulled roughly, using her, degrading her, humiliating her. He shoved His cock deep in her throat as far as he could and then came. She tried to swallow every drop of His salty-sweet cum, but she gagged and it slid down her chin. He didn’t care. He was done with her now that she had served her purpose.
He released her and she sat still, waiting to be told what to do. His hands touched the clamps and tugged them off. She cried out as the teeth tore into her flesh and looked down in horror to see tiny rivulets of blood running down her chest.
She was shocked when He bent to kiss her breasts. His tongue licked up the blood and she melted in His embrace. He kissed and sucked at her tits and she threw her head back and moaned in appreciation. He moved his lips close to hers and she opened her mouth slightly to kiss Him. He spat at her viciously, covering her face with the blood her had so tenderly licked up. Her mouth opened in complete bewilderment and He walked away from her, with one last order to clean herself up.
She made her way to the washroom and prepared a hot bath. Her welts stung as she lowered herself into the water. Gingerly she bathed, trying to wash away the humiliation she had just experienced.
After a thorough cleaning she put on her sweetest baby doll dress and went to find Him.
He stood in their room, in the corner where the cage was and she cringed.
He opened the door and she crawled in, humiliated and defeated. And as she heard the door slam shut behind her, she knew she would never again disobey Him.
~Bella xo