Story Time: Rain Part 2

He had released her from the bonds that held her to the table and then pulled her close to him.  She smelled like sex and sunshine all rolled into one and he knew that it would always be a scent that reminded him of her. He had planned this day not just for her, but for them. It would be a series of firsts and somehow he doubted he would ever want to share anything like this with anyone else. She was special. In some ways, he considered her his muse. She gave him ideas and made him even more creative than he already was.

His lips when they touched hers were firm. She whimpered softly, her body melting against his. He knew her muscles would be a bit stiff after her time on the table, so he led her into the tent and had her lay down on the soft cushions of the sleeping bags. He slid her hair up over her shoulder, bending down to press a soft kiss at the base of her neck. He smiled as he felt as well as heard her soft sigh.  He loved how this woman could be such an enigma at times. She longed for his tender touch as much as she longed for his rough dominance. She loved to feel cherished and at the same time reminded that she belonged to him.

He urged her to close her eyes and relax as he ran his hand over her soft skin. His goal now wasn't to arouse, but to sooth. She had done well, his pet and he was proud of her. With him she had done so many things that she never thought she could, including what had just happened outside. He wanted to reward her and so he tenderly began to massage out the kinks that being bound on a hard table will add to a body. Her skin was warm from the sun and soft under his hands and he could feel her relaxing beneath his touch. He began at her shoulders and slowly worked his way down. His hands were strong but gentle and she sighed again, her eyes drifting shut. He worked his way down, even massaging her feet before working his way back up to the backs of her thighs. He chuckled when she sleepily grumbled at his request that she roll over. He knew how she hated to be woken up and she had just started drifting off to sleep.

She did as he asked though, slowly turning over and looking up at him.  Again, his hands came to rest on her shoulders as he leaned over to kiss her. They didn't remain there, though. They slowly slid their way down, massaging her breasts. His intent now was on arousal as he molded and massaged them with his hands. Her breathing shifted and hitched as he teased first one nipple and then the other. His head came down as he sucked one into his warm mouth, tugging and sucking on it. Her hands, of their own accord, came to rest on his shoulders, her fingers flexing into the skin there.  He teased and tormented her, one hand sliding down to rest on her hip.

She whimpered and the sound rippled in the stillness of the tent. It hung in the air for a moment before dropping away. His hand slid from her hip to part her thighs. He felt the tremble that ran through her body as it was pinned beneath him.  Her body was so responsive and he could feel her excitement as he slid his hand between her now parted thighs.  He teased a finger along the smooth skin there. He knew that by being waxed, it made her so much more sensitive so he took his time, brushing his finger against the warm skin. She moaned, her hips trying to raise to meet the touch of his finger.

Slowly, he released her nipple from his mouth, his mouth now moving up by her ear. He felt the ripple that ran though her as he whispered, "Yes, pet? What is it that you want?"  She whimpered again, her hips arching up against the hand he now rested over top of her slit. He knew what she wanted but waited. He waited until she softly whispered, "Please..please touch me. I need you." With that, his finger parted her lips to find her wet and ready for him. He teased her clit, watching her body writhe against his. He slid one finger inside her only to bring it out and to his lips. She moaned, watching as he slid his finger past his lips to suck it clean. 

A trembling sigh escaped her lips as he leaned over again, whispering just how good she tasted.  He loved to torment her like this. He knew that certain things, told to her would drive her crazy and he took full advantage of that, whispering to her the things he wanted to do to her. Before long, she was trembling against him and he chuckled softly as he moved down her body. He paused again to run his tongue over her nipples. He paused at her soft belly, pressing his lips there.  This was an area that she was shy about so he took his time, kissing and stroking her there;  reminding her that he found her body beautiful, all of her body.

Then, he slid down further until he was kneeling between her legs. He rested a hand on each hip before running them down her legs. He knew that she had taken extra care for him. It was just one of those things that she did without him having to ask.  Every morning she would smooth lotion into her skin, to keep it soft and supple. Lowering his head, he caught the soft aroma of it on her thighs as he placed a nibbling kiss to the insides of each one.

She squirmed beneath him, feeling his beard tickle the insides of her legs. Shaking his head, he slid his hands down and under her, raising her hips and at the same time, holding her in place. She never could hold still unless he bound her that way. He dropped a soft kiss to her slit, groaning softly as he realized just how ready she was for him. He could smell her scent on the air as he dragged his tongue over her smooth skin before dipping it inside. She trembled and he tightened his grip to remind her that he expected her to attempt to stay still. She stilled and he teased his tongue up against her clit as a reward. He could feel her body tremble in her attempts not to buck up against his mouth.

God, she tasted good. He could never get enough of doing this to her. It was more than just her taste, it was watching her body as someone took the time to please her. It was watching her face as her arousal grew and as she broke apart into a million tiny pieces. It was hearing her lose control. It was all of those things and more. He knew she didn't understand his desire to do this for her but knowing that he wanted it was more than enough for her.

He spent a few minutes teasing her clit. His tongue danced against it and he drew it into his lips, sucking and tugging on it lightly. He watched as her hands clutched at the sleeping bags, trying to keep herself grounded.  He brought her just to the edge and then drew back. He gave her but a moment to start to relax before dipping his tongue in deeper, tasting her.  With his hands, he held her close. He could feel the little twitches as he ran his tongue again up to her clit. Her head was thrown back, her long hair tangling beneath her shoulders as she lost the last vestiges of control.  He softly stroked her hip, letting her know it was ok. Her hips immediately moved against him, pressing up against his questing mouth. Her moans filled the tent and within moments, he heard her breath hitching and doubled his efforts.

When the moment came, he held her close, pushing her over the edge and lapping up the rewards of his efforts. As her body slowly relaxed beneath his, he kissed his way back up her body to pull her into his arms.  He held her close, pressing soft kisses to the back of her head. He felt and heard the long contented sigh that escaped her lips. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he softly whispered, asking her how she was feeling just so he could hear her soft , "mmm..I'm good..." She had been teased to be a woman of many voices, but this one was his personal favorite. She was all soft and melty and he snuggled her close, already thinking about what else he had in store for her.

Story Time: Rain Part 1

Honestly, she thought she must be out of her mind. Work was piling up at home and yet somehow she'd allowed herself to be convinced to come brave ridiculous temperatures in Arizona. In August. Oh who was she kidding? She wanted this trip as much as he did. She was more than happy to leave behind the piles of review materials that had stacked up over the summer to come spend time with him. This was more than just their night together. They would have an entire 5 days and for that, she would brave the heat. Besides, she'd been promised a night outdoors and that was more than enough to tempt her into putting herself in his hands again.

Once she was back in his arms, the week flew by. One minute it was Monday and the next it was Friday and time for the promised outdoor excursion. She honestly had no idea what he had in mind, just that for the next 24 hours, she would be completely at his mercy and under his guidance. He disappeared for a few hours in the morning and she took that time to finish packing up her things. When they returned, she would only have one last night with him before she would have to fly back home and she didn't want to waste a single minute with him doing mundane and sad things like packing bags. 

When he returned, he wouldn't give her a clue as to where they were going. He just told her to trust him as he drove them further and further away from civilization. She was excited though more than a little nervous. He was a creative man and she couldn't begin to fathom what he had in store for them. She didn't bother to try to hide her surprise when they pulled up at what was clearly a campsite in the middle of nowhere. When he had said outdoors, she hadn't imagined that he had planned to actually spend all night outside. How he had managed to find a location in Arizona that actually had trees was also surprising to her. So far everything that she had seen was other sand (aka dirt) or covered with prickly things that she didn't especially want to get anywhere near. They were lovely but being stuck with pointy prickly things was not on her fetish enjoyment list.

Somehow though, he had found an oasis and had brought her to it. He let her explore and wander for a few minutes. He loved her childlike joy in the simple things. He had known of this place and earlier had come out to set it up so that it would be ready for them. No one would bother them here. Few knew this place existed and those that did wouldn't be venturing out this way anytime soon. This was their private paradise for the next 24 hours and he was going to make sure that when they left, they would both carry memories that would last them a lifetime. 

After she had been allowed to explore everything, he instructed her to take her bag into the tent. It was just a small bag, holding no more than a couple of changes of clothes. She had a feeling that there wouldn't be much use for them but he had requested one or two outfits and so, there was the bag. Entering the tent, she couldn't help the kind of silly grin that crossed her face as she saw the laid out sleeping bags and next to them, the neatly coiled piles of rope. It seemed he had something planned and she couldn't wait to get started. 

When she left the tent, she was surprised to see that he didn't seem to be anywhere about. She looked around, taking in again the natural beauty of the location that he had found for them. It really was amazing but it would be better with the man she had come to love spending as much time with as she could. She looked around once again and this time found the note that had been left on the table for her. It read quite simply:

"I want you to stand right where you are and slowly strip off all of your clothes for me. Fold them neatly and place them back in the tent. Then, return here and lay down on top of the table. I'll be with you soon."

She blushed, just like he knew she would. She loved the games that he played with her, but she'd never been able to stop blushing when he took her by surprise with something new. He knew that she would do as he asked and he had intentionally said slowly because he knew that she'd be hesitant to be naked outside of the confines of the bedroom. He watched her through the viewfinder on his camera. He knew she'd have a small fit if she knew what he was doing, but what she didn't know...well, he would tell her later and these were for his private collection, anyway. She really was beautiful to him. Too soon, she was sliding up onto the table and laying back. He knew she burned easily and so he had placed it in a small patch of shade and the artistic part of his mind appreciated the way the shadows danced across her naked body. The rest of his mind was already on the next part of what he wanted to do to her. 

He had told her to lie still so he knew she didn't notice when he carefully laid the camera down as he approached her. Coming close, he leaned over to kiss her. As he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, loving the way that those three simple words made her shiver every time. She nodded in response to his question and he carefully slipped the blindfold over her eyes. This was new for them and he gave her a moment to adjust before trailing his fingers over her body as he reached for the first section of rope that he would use to bind her to the table. 

He worked quietly, carefully placing each section of rope until he had the pattern and design that he had been dreaming about for months. When he was done, he ran his fingers over the ties and over her body, chuckling as he watched her body respond to his touch. There was no denying that she had long ago given herself to him and her body recognized this fact. Teasingly, he brushed his lips across hers and then stepping back, trailed his fingers down the length of her body. She had known he would be taking bondage shots on this trip so it didn't surprise her when she heard the quiet click of the shutter. If anything, it aroused her even more. She wasn't yet comfortable with her own body enough to look at the images, but she knew how much he enjoyed them. Knowing how much got her more and more turned on until it became an effort to lay still for him. She wanted his touch. 

He watched her as he took shot after shot of her, stretched out across the table for him. He watched as her body continued to react to not only his ties but the knowledge that he was taking photos. His own arousal grew with hers. This was a woman that he may never be able to take detached shots of. He knew the delights that her body held and would always react to seeing her. Again, he sat down the camera and approached her. She heard his approach and whimpered with the need to touch him and to be touched. Normally, he might have chuckled but watching her squirm against her bonds had him wanting her as badly as she wanted him. His control was razor thin as he released the bonds that held just her legs. He would have her, but he would have her his way. 

She whimpered as she realized he wasn't going to release the upper portion of her body. She wanted so badly to be able to touch him. Her whimpers turned to a gasp though as she felt him climb onto the table with her and lifting her legs, thrust himself deep inside of her. His groan melded in the air with hers as he took her, hard and fast on the table. Leaning over, he ripped off the blindfold, locking his gaze onto hers as he pounded deep inside of her, filling her. His fingers dug into her thighs, leaving tiny bruises that they would discover later. He didn't care. He had to have her. Her body trembled against the remaining bonds, moving with him as much as it was allowed. 

Their bodies moved at a frantic pace. Suddenly, it stopped. The whole world stopped, paused on the edge as he buried himself one last time deep inside of her. Her legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close as they could as they both clung to each other. Their orgasms, timed in perfect unison, held them there, held them together before slowly releasing them. Slowly, the world started turning again and he leaned over to kiss her softly before taking a moment to bury his face in her throat. Sliding off the table, he chuckled at the groan that always came when he slipped from her. Releasing her from the remains of their bonds, he pulled her close, again whispering in her ear...

"I think my pet liked that..just wait until what I have planned for later..."

Story Time: The Barn

There were certain benefits to living in the middle of nowhere. The barn was one of those. From the outside, it didn't look like much. Just an old barn at the back of the property. The outside was misleading. If you were to step inside, you would find far more than just storage shelving and boxes. You would find a secret place that few would ever know existed. When she'd first moved here, the barn had been a miserable place not even worth throwing old boxes into. She'd spent more time and money on fixing it how she'd wanted than she had on the interior of her own home. New floors had been poured and laid and a dividing wall had been put up. The front of the barn was typical garage type storage. It was what was behind the wall that would have shocked some and impressed others. Storage cabinets lined the walls. The floors were shining hardwood and standing in the middle of the floor stood a well built A-frame. Anyone who wandered in here would think they'd found an exotic dungeon and they would be right. Nobody wandered in though. This space was a closely guarded secret and she let few in its doors. Today, she would be allowing someone new in.

She would meet him at the end of the driveway. Today, she belonged to him and her own inner protocol dictated that she be there waiting for him. Had this not been a public location, she would have awaited him kneeling. She had already prepared the space. On a small table, she had laid out a variety of floggers, crops and paddles. On another, she had placed furs, knives and coils of carefully bundled ropes. The cabinet doors were all unlocked to give him access to anything she may not have thought of. Looking around one last time, she shut the door behind her and walked to the end of the driveway.

Had anyone been watching, they would have seen his car pull up and what would appear to be two old friends talking. She tucked her arm into his and casually walked back down the driveway, describing the property and what she had done to it since she had moved in. When they reached the barn, she unhooked the latch on the door and led him inside. There, in the cover of the building, he wrapped his hand in her hair, a move that few people knew could bring her to her knees. He felt her wobble and smiled to himself. He had found the first of her weaknesses. Before the day was done, he intended to see what else had that kind of affect on her. 

She led him through the door in the back and into her private space. His eyes widened with appreciation as he looked around. The space was comfortable yet sexy as hell and the little bit of nerves that he could feel as he touched her excited him. He released her, but only long enough to close the door behind them, locking them away from the outside world. For as long as they were here, it would only be the two of them. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the middle of the space. There, he stepped back to admire the picture that she made. It was nice, but it would get better. 

He ordered her to undress and watched her as she did so. She quickly removed each item before neatly folding it and laying it on a chair that had been placed in the corner out of the way. Smiling, she came to stand before him once more. His eyes and then his hands ran appreciatively over the curves of her body. He could practically hear her purr as he touched her. It made him wonder what other sounds he could get her to make and with that thought in mind, he led her over to the A-frame.  He centered her beneath it, facing her away from him. The surprise of what would come next would just add to what he was about to do to her. 

She had laid out a variety of bondage materials. There were handcuffs and leather cuffs as well as the rope. He found her eye for detail and her consideration for his possible desires a lovely trait. He liked that she wanted to please him in any way that she could. Taking a length of rope, he uncoiled it and used it to bind each of her wrists before looping it up and over a hook inserted in the top of the frame. With her arms stretched above her head, he knelt in front of her to repeat the process with her ankles, this time binding them to the frame itself. 

She squirmed just a little. She wasn't used to being tied like this. It was exciting but it made her just a little bit nervous at the same time. She was a woman used to being in control and to not only be bound but to be turned away from seeing anything took her out of her comfort zone. She'd known though that this would be a possibility. She wasn't afraid and if she were honest with herself, the excitement far outweighed her nerves. 

He could feel her nerves as he ran his hand up her soft body. Her body was practically humming with the combination of emotions racing through her. He liked that. He liked keeping her guessing. It added to his own enjoyment of their time together. Giving her nipple a friendly tweak, he stepped around behind her to see what had been laid out and what he might want to start with. Picking up a soft piece of fur, he wrapped it around his hand and came to stand behind her again. He felt her soft shudder of pleasure as he ran the fur over her back and down over the rounded cheeks of her ass. He watched as her head dipped forward and her eyes drifted shut. Normally he would demand they stay open but he wanted to watch her natural reactions. Commands and orders could come later. 

He took his time warming her up, running his hands and the fur over her body before switching over to one of the soft leather floggers laying on the table. He didn't swing it, he merely draped it over her body, letting the falls caress her skin. She stood silently but he could feel the energy in the room. He continued caressing her bare skin with the flogger, every now and then bringing it back and letting it now thud against her. He heard her soft sigh and realized that she was actually moving back into each swing. Chuckling, he set up a steady rhythm with the flogger, letting her get used to the pattern and the slow increase in weight behind each swing. 

He waited until he knew her skin was warm and tingly and then he switched to another flogger. This one wasn't leather, but actually a plastic. Again, he started slow, teasing her with the feel of it against her skin before bringing it back. This time, she didn't move into the blow but stood there.  He knew that the slash of the plastic must sting but other than the occasional whimper, she never moved. After a few minutes, she started leaning back into the blows. By this time, her skin was pink and glowing. He worried about hurting her, but she had warned him that she could take much more than it would appear. Trusting her, he kept up the rhythm while reaching for a horse hair flogger with his other hand.  This one, he knew would sting and yet when he brought it across the back of her thighs and ass, she didn't move away. He heard her whimper and walked around her. Her head was still down and her eyes were still closed. He draped the flogger across her shoulders and raised her chin with his hand. Her eyes opened again for a moment but closed as he gathered her close to kiss her. She poured herself into the kiss, straining against the ropes to get closer to him. When they parted, neither one of them was steady. 

Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand down over her chest and her stomach to rest between her legs. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked. He slid a finger inside, his mouth moving to capture her moan. Her body was primed and in no time at all, he had her writhing against his hands, begging him for release. The flogger fell to the floor, momentarily forgotten. His attention was focused solely on bringing her to orgasm. Her attention was focused solely on him and the feelings that he was creating deep inside of her. He kissed her again, his hands never stilling their movements on and inside of her. She pulled against the ropes, begging him to let her cum. He leaned over her, his mouth now up against her ear as he spoke the words she was so desperate to hear, "Cum, my pet." Her body bucked against him, only the ropes now holding her in place. When it was done, he slowly released her from her bonds and allowed her to curl up against the A-frame, watching him as he replaced the items that he had used. 

She smiled, watching him, enjoying the feeling of complete mellowness that always followed something like this. He kept an eye on her, making sure that she was ok. She liked that. It showed that she was more than just a scene to him. She was a person who mattered. When he was done, he helped her to her feet then sat down on the chair that was placed in the other corner. It was a large chair, made for relaxing and he pulled her down on his lap. With her head resting against his shoulder, he quietly ran his hand over her hair and down her back. This was a quiet time and neither of them felt the urge to talk. Together, they had both experienced something new together and this was the time after for them to just be against one another. 

After a while, she stirred and raised her head to look at him. He smiled and gently kissed her before allowing her to slide off his lap and get dressed again. She walked to the door and held out a hand to him. He placed his in hers and together, they went to explore the other areas of her home that she had spent so much time creating.