An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Unleash Me by Felicia Greene - 08/31/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest  - August 2012

“Breathe”....I was nervous but it was an excite nervousness, one of those moments that makes you say "oh someday I'll do it", this evening is my someday. "Hello my sweet" was the words uttered to me as my newly found master opened the door. His name was Marshall, but I decided it if I am to fit into the role, then I should get used to the title that he will have over me.


"Hello,” I said softly with a gesture of his hand I entered his stunning home. I marveled at the artwork, and décor, his home was very plush yet modern.

“I see the wonderment in your eyes would you like a tour?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Would you like a drink or a glass of wine?" he offered again.

“No, thank you; however, this may sound cliché', but you have lovely home”

"I enjoy it immensely" he said with a wink. Suddenly he pulled me to him, "My dear you seem nervous.” He breathed into my neck. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No”, I gasped feeling my body tremble against his. He was an imposing man but in a sensual way, six feet tall , athletic build, and the most amazing amber colored eyes; he was a very beautiful man and he knew it.

He led me by the hand through several hallways until we reached a door.

“After you,” he said with a smile so sexy it caused me to become even wetter!

We ventured down a circular staircase, which led to a cellar, but it wasn’t dark or foreboding, it held several large wine cellars, a fireplace, and the décor was lovely.
As he spoke, I saw a door at the far end of the room and I knew that’s where my journey, my actual awakening to unbearable pleasure would begin. I stammered and said “Master I’m ready.”

“My dear, are you sure?” He asked to assure that I was ready.

I nodded yes. The door opened to a room that was empty, except for a beautiful bed and some objects on a wall that were obscured in shadows. The only light that shone through was from the moon; I felt a gentle tug at my shoulder as the caftan I wore fell to the floor.

“Your stunning my dear.”

I held my breath as he begin kissing my neck. His tongue felt thick and warm as he wrapped it around my ears and the hollow of my neck. His tongue caressed my temples, eyes, and nose all the while he praised me, for to begin his most beautiful slave. Suddenly I felt a stick of some kind roll across my breast, stroking my nipples roughly. I moaned, as chills flooded my body.

He placed my hands on my breast. “Squeeze your nipples.” I squeezed them for him and he rasped in my ear with excitement. “Yes… just like that, good girl; squeeze them harder.”

“Oh master, it hurts.”

“Yes, but the pain is pleasurable?” he asked with anticipation.

I couldn’t lie, the sensation felt amazing. My legs were beginning to tremble; I was on the verge of cumming. He felt it. Marshall placed his hand on my clit, “Aw my dear, your pussy so wet. Can I taste it?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“I can’t hear you. Can I taste it?” he repeated louder.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He grabbed the stick I was holding and began running it across my swollen clit. My breathing was labored; I was on the verge.

“Oh, you have a sweet pussy.” I felt the stick once again on my clit. “Yes, very sweet. I would even say your pussy is exceptionally juicy.” As he gave his most stern, dominating tone. “I think I will make you my dessert this evening.” He turned and began walking towards the bed.

He held the riding crop behind him, signaling me to stop. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he pointed to the floor and I went to my knees. He then waved me over. I saw him mouthed the words slowly as I crawled across the floor, staring into my masters eyes. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it with each breath. I read his lips good girl as I kneeled in front of him.

He reached over and smacked me hard on the ass. “My dear, do you like having your ass eaten?”

“Master, I’ve never had it done before.”

He pulled me up and around “So pretty, so round ” he stated as I felt wet kisses on my lower back. His hands stroked and rubbed my hips as he kissed my back ”Ahh… yes master – yes!”

The kisses intensified as he bit and sucked my cheeks. I heard him moaned slightly as his tongue slowly slid down the crack of my ass. I inhaled sharply, as he bent me over and he slid his tongue around my puckered star.

His tongue was moving in a circular motion around my hole. The pleasure I felt was amazing. My body clenched as I started to cum, I couldn’t restrain myself any further. I moaned loudly as he continued to lick and suck every inch of my backside.

“Aahhh, Nooo…it’s too intense”

Then suddenly, I felt a hard smack on my ass. He spoke with absolute power, “Did I tell you to cum?”

“I’m sorry, I tried not to.”

“This is your first time, but I still have to punish you!” he yelled. “Get on the bed, with your hands and kness!”

I felt my cheeks being spread apart as he feverishly stroked my hole with his tongue; he was filled with such determination.

I grit my teeth as waves of pleasure washed over me Yes... yes... yes.

I felt small convulsions as it ravaged my body; I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I have spoken the words aloud.

“My dear, I am nowhere near done with you.”

Another wave pleasure ravaged me again as his tongue entered my body.

“Oh yes…fuck me with your tongue.” I whispered in such wanton. “Yes, keep going…. keep going.” Then suddenly, “I’m cumming... I’m cumming!”

I felt my body shift. Marshall placed my legs atop his shoulders. I was almost upside down. He reached between my legs and grabbed my hands; I was literally in a hog-tied position.

“My sweet slave your ass and clit are perfection," he spoke proudly of his accomplishment.

He sucked on my clit, causing my eyes to close and my moans to grow loudly. I wanted to arch my back, but I was immobile. But dear god, it felt so good!

“Oh master, that feels wonderful! Please... please, stick your tongue in my pussy.”

I felt the movement of his tongue alongside of my clit. Suddenly, I was lost in the passions. I felt his tongue roll from my pussy all the way down to my ass. The waves of pleasure was building inside me I needed to cum.

“Master can I cum, I can’t take anymore…please?”

I was gasping - sweating. The pleasure was so intense, I needed to release cum - now!

 “Master please!” I screamed. “ Unleash me!”

At that moment he loosen a hand and shoved a thumb inside my ass, fingering my pussy, he eagerly stroked both my holes. I was screaming in such immense pleasure, I could hardly breathe as I urged him to go deeper inside me. By then, I was in euphoria. My ass made wet slapping noise as I felt my master finger-fuck me.

I felt him let go of my hands, instantly leaving me limp. I barely caught my breath when he told me with such a wicked grin, “You’ve had an exquisite release. Now it’s time for the masters turn.”

He straddled me down and push his cock inside my mouth. I gagged, due to his size, but the sensation was amazing. I sucked him until I felt the head at the back of my throat. He gave a low moan as he literally fucked my face, filling my mouth with his thick warm cum. 

I sucked him even harder and heard him utter out in excitement and pleasure, “Yes!”

He moaned. His body arch backwards as he pushed deeper into my mouth and I swallowed every precious drop of cum he released. After a few moments he fell beside me and said, “You are precious!”Get some sleep."

l looked at him puzzled Get some sleep?  Then he looked down at me, with a grin indicating of more to come. “You didn’t think I was done... did you?”

I quickly shook my head, hoping like hell he would give me what I really wanted.

“My dear the night is young and I am going to fuck you properly.”

I smiled and closed my eye knowing that my master would wake me when he was ready.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Carnal Desires by Lexington Boyd - 08/23/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August Entry

Her breasts heaved as the big man in leather circled her, a sinister curl to his lips.  Aubrey was new to the scene, but she had to follow what her body craved, bringing her to ‘Carnal Sins’ on this night.  Coming to a stop behind her, Aubrey held her breath as he pulled her hair from the nape of her neck, placing a firm kiss in its wake.  Goose bumps bloomed over her entire form as he leaned in close to her ear, his voice laced with steel.

“You will call me Master Jay,” he trailed a finger down her shoulder making her shiver, “Tonight I own you, mind body and soul. Your orgasm belongs to me. Understood, Pet?”

Aubrey swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes Master Jay.”

“Good girl. Your safe word is chrome. You say it, we stop, no questions asked. Understood?”

“Chrome. Yes Master Jay.” Her voice was a raspy whisper.

She sucked in a breath as her arms were pulled behind her, and cold steel cuffs clicked into place around her wrists.  She felt no fear… she needed this. Her body was burning from the inside out, and the heat from his body at her back had her wetter than she had ever been before. She wanted to please this man. Wanted to feel the sweet pain she knew he could bestow upon her.  There was no warning before he had a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly.  She sucked in a breath and whimpered at the pin pricks of sensation that shot straight to her core.

Licking up the side of her neck, he growled low.  “You play this right and you just might get my big cock in your little pussy. Understand, Pet?”

Wetting her parched lips, she again nodded.  “Yes Master Jay.”

He chuckled, the sound like a sensory caress to her most intimate parts.  “Good girl.  Bend over the table, and spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you get for me while I turn your ass a nice shade of red.”

Aubrey bit back a moan as his hands stroked up her belly to cup her bare breasts, pinching her nipples firmly.  “Yes Master Jay.”

He stopped her from moving and she held her breath as his big hand squeezed around her upper arm.  “Hmm… these need decoration.”

She creased her brow in confusion, and then comprehended as her nipple blazed with the hard pinch of a clamp.  Biting her lip to fight the yell that threatened to break free, she waited as the other nipple was treated to the same attention, her body trembling.

“Now.  Bend over, Pet, spread wide for your master.”

Taking position, bent over the vinyl topped table, she closed her eyes and widened her stance, very aware of the heated gaze on her wet folds.  She was already so fucking turned on she could barely breathe, and he hadn’t even started. Stepping up behind her, he kicked her legs farther apart, and placed his hand in a firm grip on her hip.

“You will count them, to ten. You mess up, we start again. Understood?”

Before she could acknowledge his question, the riding crop lashed across her ass with a sharp sting.  Her mouth fell open, eyes went wide, and it took a moment to find her voice.

“One Sir.”

Another slap blazed across her sensitive flesh and she cried out.

“Two Sir.”  She was panting hard.

Closing her eyes, she savored the sting of the tool he used to inflict the sensuous torture to her ass.  Never before had she come from spanking alone, but she could feel it building with each lash, coiling tight in her belly.

On lash seven, she panted out her count, and whimpered when his thick fingers slid through her wet pussy lips, pushing deep inside her heat.  “Mmmm. You’re dripping for me, Pet. Three more and I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand up.” 

His fingers continued to slide in and out of her as he administered eight and nine.  Her core clenched on his fingers as she fought the orgasm building like wild fire within her womb.  Her head was pulled back once more as he continued to fuck her with slow strokes of his fingers.

“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission, I mean it.”  He hissed the words through clenched teeth.

Barely able to conger the words needed, she nodded and acknowledged him, her voice barely audible. What she wanted to do, was beg him to fuck her, to let her cum and end the sweet torture, but she knew she needed to remain quiet so as to not disappoint.

The last slap burned across her flesh.

“Ten Sir.” The words were a spoken ragged moan.

With her eyes squeezed shut, panting against the searing heat of her ass, she heard the clatter of the crop being tossed aside, and then the crinkle of a foil wrapper being ripped open behind her. Oh God… finally. Feeling the blunt tip of his cock stroke up and down her pussy, she groaned and fought the urge to push back, to impale herself on him.

Gripping her hips firmly, he thrust inside in one swift move, burying himself to the hilt.  She cried out at the sheer pleasure of his big cock stretching her to the point of pain.  Holding her in a bruising grip, he moved… pounding into her, each thrust jerking the clamps squeezing her nipples.  The pleasure was blinding as he fucked her.  A hard slap to her ass made her gasp and she heard him chuckle behind her.

“That’s it, baby… take all of it.  You like my big dick fucking you don’t you.”

She whimpered.  “Yes Master… Jay!”

One hand fisted in her hair, the other landing blow after blow to her ass, she was near the edge when he said those beautiful words she’d been waiting to hear.

“Cum for me, Pet, cum hard.”

Her world shattered into a billion brightly colored pieces as her release washed over her, her body bucking against the table as he fucked her hard.  She screamed and rode out the orgasm until she was sobbing with relief.  Master Jay grunted behind her, and she knew he too had found release, and she smiled.  She would be back for another visit. No doubt about that.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Sir's Crop by Elizabeth Knightbridge - 08/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words - August 2012 Entry

The material from his shirt and pants rub against my back and ass as he presses around me, it feels rough yet comforting. I force myself not to push back against him. I look down and see the riding crop pressed against my breasts, one nipple above the shaft of the crop the other below. I gasp as he pulls it tighter pressing my nipples deeper into the firm flesh. I want him to move the crop from side to side making my nipples burn, but I stand perfectly still, Sir knows what I need, and I have to trust him. 

My hair sweeps along my shoulders and tickles me, I fight the urge to shake my head and move it back. If I move, Sir will not be pleased. I want to please him; I need to please him.

His hands are large and strong. I can see them on either side of the crop bending it harder now the edges beginning to surround me.  He repositions the crop directly over both nipples and moves it ever so slightly back and forth. The smooth shaft causes a friction burn across both nipples. I feel my head start to fall back against him, and I cannot help but rub my ass against his cock. I feel it hot and hard, its ridge running up the crack of my ass.

I am wearing the new chaps he had waiting for me when I got here tonight. They are black, made of the softest leather I have ever felt. The matching open cup bra holds my tits up like a coveted prize, and the metal circles embedded into each piece make my knees weak with imagined possibilities.

The chaps leave my ass and pussy exposed for his pleasure. “Will he fuck me?” I wonder fretfully. Most times he does, other times he teases and arouses me, whipping or flogging me till I am shaking; but then sends me away unsatisfied and aching. I hate it when he does that, it makes me wonder if I am good enough for him.

I work very hard making sure I am worthy of his attention. I exercise my pussy every day making sure it stays tight and strong, I want my pussy to be good enough.

When he sends me away I cry all the way home and swear I will never come back, but I always do. I rant and rave and throw things all over my beautiful apartment, and I tell myself that I will laugh in his face the next time he calls me. But, all I have to hear is “I want you,” said in his husky masterful voice; my heart skips a beat, and I am on my way at the snap of his fingers. 

“You know better,” he says quietly and grips me by my hair. “I told you not to move.”

I gasp; I had allowed my head and ass to move before I realized it. The sweet burn from his crop on my nipples made me forget myself for a split second and that is all it takes for me to break discipline.

“I’m sorry!” I cry, “It just felt so good Sir, I did not mean to disobey.”

He grips my hair and pulls my head back. I can feel the delicious warmth of his breath against my neck. He slides his hands over my breasts and pinches each nipple sharply pulling them out, stretching them. My knees go weak, and I know that I am going to disgrace myself by moaning or rubbing against him shamelessly.

Gently yet masterfully he pushes me to my knees and takes a harder grip on my hair.

“Suck my cock wench, do it perfectly and I may fuck you tonight instead of getting reports from your neighbors about your little temper tantrums.”

“Damn, damn, damn,” I think to myself. “I knew Mrs. Cutshaw was spying for him. That damned old bitch.”

I look up for permission and he nodes. I lovingly pull the zipper of his pants down with my teeth and use my tongue to unbutton the top button. It took me a very long time to learn how to unbutton a man’s pant button with my tongue. It is what set me apart from the other sluts who applied to be Sir’s submissive. When he asked why he should give me a chance to train with him, I asked permission to show him. By the time I had gotten into his pants without using my hands I knew I had the position.

I nuzzle the tip of his penis with my cheek and give it a few small licks. I know he will grow impatient soon and shove his cock down my throat. I love it when he does that. I love the feel of his meat filling my mouth and throat.

“Behave!” He says and flicks the riding crop over my ass.

I am so turned on I can feel my pussy juices running down my leg. “Oh please, please, please let him fuck me tonight.” I think to myself. The lash mark on my ass is burning ever so slightly, and I wiggle my heels against it trying to get a bit more sensation before it fades.

“Now Judy,” He says in that quiet, firm voice.

I slide my tongue over the smooth skin of his magnificent cock; its salty musky flavor fills my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and pull back getting a strong suction and follow with my hand keeping the smooth, steady motion he prefers. His balls lie heavy in their nest of reddish blond curls, and I bury my nose in them and inhale his comforting scent. I rasp my tongue over and under them, wetting them before I suck them into my mouth.

He presses into me and pulls my head closer. “Ah, that’s a good girl, suck harder now, make your Master proud.”

I suck as hard and fast as I can and try to keep up with his increasing tempo. My pussy aches and I slip a hand down and begin rubbing my clit and plunging my fingers into my channel.  He doesn’t notice and feel myself starting to slip over the edge just as he starts coming down my throat filling me with his sweet and salty semen. I feel my pussy contract around my fingers as he pulls my mouth tight against his pelvis, my face now smothered against him. Bright colors and patterns burst behind my closed eyelids as I come harder and harder, my fingers plunging into my pussy faster and faster.

After a minute, it has seemed like hours, he pulls my face away and notices my hand in my pussy slick with my own cum.

He lifts my face up and looks into my eyes, “Judy did you touch yourself without permission, did you come?”

“Yes Sir,” I pant trying to look remorseful.

He gathers the flogger in one hand and grips my hair with the other. “I hope you planned on staying the night, I can see your training needs some serious work.”

He has a certain gleam in his eye, and I know my ass and tits are in for a hard flogging. I squeeze my thighs together and wait.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: At Mistress Melody’s by Carl Chester - 08/14/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

I slotted my arm through his as we strolled along.

“What’s this surprise you have for me, dear?” I enquired.

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” he replied.

“Jeremy,” I chided, “it had better be good.”

“It will be. I guarantee.”

My interest was piqued.

We arrived at our favourite sex shop.

“This is hardly a surprise,” I said.

“Just wait, you’ll see.”

We entered and greeted the owner, Mistress Melody.

“I’m going to pick out some items,” Jeremy said, disappearing into the shop’s innards.

“Has he told you?” Melody asked.

I shook my head, lowered my voice. “No, what’s happening?”

She smiled wickedly. “I won’t say. But it’s invite only.”

“What’s invite only?”

Jeremy re-appeared, two items held in his arms; an open-cup bra and crotch-less chaps, both in black leather.

“We’re having some naughty action tonight, are we dear?” I asked.

He only smiled.

“Why don’t you put them on?” Melody suggested.

“Don’t you mean try on?”

“I know what I mean. You know where the changing rooms are.”

Something was going on, but what? Excitement still stirred in me, but trepidation now too.

I entered the changing room cubicle and swapped my tee-shirt and jeans for the chaps and bra. The chaps were tight against my thighs, but not unpleasantly so. I admired myself in the cubicle’s full-length mirror: my big but firm breasts, the toned lines of my stomach, the sparkly piercing in my navel, my smooth, shaven pussy.

The curtain of my cubicle fluttered. “Ready?” Jeremy asked from the other side.

“I guess.”

The curtain was pulled back. Jeremy stood before me.

My husband held out his hand. I put mine in his. I didn’t know what was happening, but I trusted him implicitly.

“Close your eyes.”

I obeyed.

He led me from the changing room. I was aware of the environment surrounding me. The ground beneath my bare feet changed from carpet to wood. I had the sensation of going through a door way. The smells of the shop’s leather clothing ended and new odours filled my nose. But smells of what? People? I started to feel nervous again, desperate to know what was happening.

We hadn’t gone far, but I guessed we were in the rear of the shop.

“Stop.”

I stopped. He released my hand. I let my arm drop to my side, where it dangled like the other one.

“Put your head down, honey,” he whispered.

I did.

I whispered too, curiously afraid to raise my voice. “What’s happening?”

Jeremy leant in closer, his breath on my ear. “We’re going to put on a little show for an audience. A kind of demonstration.”

Audience?! My heart fluttered. A moment of panic hit me. The competing emotions of anxiety and excitement flowed through me!

“Open your eyes.”

I slid my eyelids up. I was looking at the ground, parallel lines of wooden floorboards. I was aware that the room was quite large, but I daren’t raise my gaze any further. The air against my bare breasts and exposed pussy reminded me of my nakedness.

Within my cone of vision, I saw Jeremy circle me, slowly. I heard the familiar snap of a crop as he smacked it against his palm. My body pulsed with anticipation of the expected pain. My pussy began to moisten.

He circled me once, then again, teasing me by keeping me waiting. Then he circled me once more, delaying still the sting of leather on my skin.

Please, I wanted to beg. Please strike me.

My breath quickened, my stomach feeling tight at the same time. I needed to feel the pain on my skin.

He struck me on my back. The snap of the crop rang out in the near-silent room. I winced.

He struck me again, a little lower down. Then again, higher up. I ground my teeth together, mentally absorbing the pain.

He stopped in front of me. “How does that feel?” he taunted.

“It hurts,” I said.

Jeremy stepped back, struck me across the stomach. Again. And again. And again. And again. I shut my eyes, grimacing at the stinging. My stomach was glowing red.

He rubbed a hand against my burning belly, and slid it down to my crotch. My pussy was already moist, my lips swollen and red with blood.

He split my lips and poked a finger inside me. I moaned.

He pulled it out as quickly as he’d put it in. My momentary pleasure was ended. Again, he was teasing me.

“Put your head up.”

I lifted my head. Now, for the first time, I could see my situation. I suppressed a gasp. The room was bigger than I realised and crowded. All along the wall before me, two lines deep of people watched in hushed fascination. To the left and right I could see more too, but I dare not turn my head to discern how many. Were there any behind me too?

I set my gaze straight ahead, trying not to catch anyone’s eye. I guess I should have felt embarrassed, shame, but all I could think about was the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure which was still waiting for me.

“Suck it,” Jeremy instructed, poking his wet finger in my mouth.

I wrapped my mouth about his fingers, licking my juices off it.

He pulled it out, then whacked me on the abdomen.

“Ouch,” I couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Quiet!”

The struck me on the stomach again, then lower down, slapping the crop’s head against my cunt. I gritted my teeth; what would have been a yelp came out as a muted mmmm noise.

“Take these off,” he told me.

I unfastened the bra and pulled the chaps off. Meanwhile, he swapped the crop for a short leather whip.

Without hesitation he whipped me across the arse. My skin burnt from the blow, my body jerking as it was struck.

He struck me again, from the left. Then again from the right, punishing each cheek in turn. I saw some audience members crane their necks, wanting a better view.

Left then right, left then right. I shut my eyes to the pain.

He repeated the pattern, once, twice, three times.

Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes. They rolled down my face, leaving little wet trails.

My mind was distracted by his hand on my pussy again. I opened my eyes to see him on his knees before me, two fingers sliding in and out of me. The pleasure was a welcome sensation. The heat in my groin spread from the pussy, radiating through my body.

Jeremy fucked me harder and harder with his fingers. I wanted to moan and scream out my pleasure, but I knew that would get me a rebuke. A few of the audience members leant forward, obviously wanting a better look. Jeremy’s head was blocking most of the action from their view.

I felt incredibly horny, stood there in that room of strangers being finger-fucked by him. No embarrassment, no shame – just a sublime feeling of power, even though I was powerless.

Faster and faster his fingers forced their way up and down in my cunt. He was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

My breathing increased, my orgasm nearer. Yes, yes, I thought to myself instead of out loud.

It was coming, I knew it was close. I wanted to fall to my knees, they felt weak.

But then he pulled his fingers out!

He had denied me my pleasure!

“Hands and knees. Head up.”

I lowered myself as instructed. Head facing forward, my eyes were level with the audience members’ legs. I saw trousers, jeans, skirts, shoes, sneakers, high heels, sandals.

Jeremy pulled down his zipper, and got out his near-erect cock. He stroked it to a full erection. I opened my mouth. He slid it in.

He moved his hips back and forward, fucking my mouth with his dick. Slowly at first, then faster and faster he drilled his cock into my mouth.

He pulled it out so I could breath. I gasped for breath, strings of spit dripping from my open mouth as I gobbled in air.

He put it back in and resumed fucking me.

“Beg,” he instructed, pulling out again for the final time.

I raised my head as far as it would go, tongue poking out.

He put a hand about his wet cock, tugged it as semen spurted from the head. It squirted onto my face and tongue. He tugged a few more times as the final drops of ejaculate spurted onto my waiting tongue.

I swallowed his salty juice then stuck out my clean tongue, not just for him to see but for my audience too.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said.

I glanced about. There must have been at least a dozen men in my immediate view, and my pussy wanted filling.

“The hell it is,” I said.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Modern Love by Olivia Slaughter - 08/09/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

“Bondage.”

I looked up from my plate of bow-tie pasta. My wife stared at me, her lips a tight line, gauging my reaction to her non sequitur. We’d been talking about property taxes.

“Excuse me?” I put my fork down, watching her as she straightened in her seat.  She bit her lip, then sighed and turned away.  I followed her gaze to our high-rise picture window, now darkening with night.

The darkness of the city a ghostly backdrop, I examined our reflection in the large window. A twenty-first century inverse Norman Rockwell, call it “Modern Love.” Husband and wife, taking dinner at opposite ends of a rich mahogany dining table, a translucent portrait pierced by shimmering city lights. Tiny twin candle flames making strange shadows of our expensive decor. Two lives barely held together, without depth, without substance.

I looked at my wife’s reflection.  Though we had been married for ten years, her beauty still struck me. Lovely face, long brunette tresses, dark eyes, long legs; she was trim of waist, with full yet firm breasts--all a man could desire. But as I looked upon her, my heart again settled into that cold place that had for so long grown between us.

“You want to leave me.” As I whispered the words, I knew it to be true and hoped that it was not. I had an urge to dive through her reflection and fall screaming the thirteen stories to the loud, filthy street. Of course she would leave me. She was successful. She was wealthy. Independent. Why stay with a man who couldn’t forget?

“I want you to want me to stay. I want you to want me again.” A sob made her choke on her words. She hadn’t cried in so long. She hadn’t even cried when she lost the baby. Now, though, I saw tears reflected in her eyes.

I took a deep breath, and turned to face her. I could see the hurt in her face, but I couldn’t feel anything except a deep empty ache.  “I want that too, Sarah. And I forgive you. But I can’t forget what you did, to us. I can’t forget all that pain.”

“I know. But David, I want you to do something for me. For us. Promise me. Will you?”

I said yes without hesitation. Despite all my anger, I didn’t want to lose her. She rose, and when I began to do the same, she silently motioned for me to sit.  She left the room, and I sat there, confused but curious. And, I was afraid to admit, hopeful.

“Are you ready?” Sarah peeked her head into the room, eyes gleaming mysteriously behind her loosened hair. Upon my nod, she slowly walked in, a shy smile teasing her lips.  Tight black leather climbed from her spiked heels to her milky thighs, leaving her pale crotch and buttocks bare. Another strip of blackness curved under her naked breasts, and she held a long stiff riding crop idly in her hands.

“David, I want you to hurt me. I want you to promise me to try to find pleasure in my pain. Will you promise me that?” As she came around the table to me, I saw she had shaved herself. She stood next to me, and offered me the crop. “Please,” she breathed.

I stood and took the thin, stiff riding crop from her.  “Turn around, Sarah,” I whispered. Despite my earlier melancholy, Sarah’s unexpected and uncharacteristic debasement aroused me fiercely.

Standing behind her, I drew the crop across her breasts, pulling it tight against her supple flesh. She gasped and I felt a shiver run over her body as I rolled the crop over her hardened nipples.

I leaned into her hair, intoxicated. We looked at our reflections in the window for a moment, then Sarah bowed her head. Roughly, I bent her over the table. Running one hand over her round bottom, I raised the crop. She looked at my reflection.

“Do it, David. For us.”

I don’t know how many times I hit her. When I finally stopped, her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were pink and welted. The table was slick with her tears and saliva. Her long red nails had worn jagged grooves in the dark mahogany. My arm ached and my cheeks were wet with tears. I was panting and I realized that I had a throbbing erection.

“Fuck me now David,” Sarah gasped, “Fuck me any way you want to.”

“With this?” I ran the tip of the crop up the inside of her thigh. At her nod, I pressed it between her swollen labia lips. She was wet with her juices, so I pushed the tip inside her, watching as her soft buttocks quivered. She squirmed as I pushed it deeper.

Suddenly I knew I must have her. Leaving the crop lodged deep inside her vagina, I dropped my pants. My erection hard between my legs, I mounted her, pressing the thick head against her puckered anus.

She groaned as I pushed myself inside her. It hurt both of us. Anal sex was new to us. She was dry back there, and so tight around my thickness. But I pressed harder, holding her hips and pulling her back against me. When I felt my cock’s head finally push past her sphincter and inside her rectum, she spasmed and bucked hard, awkwardly balanced on her spiked heels. I thrust deeper, and I could hear the clack of the crop as it smacked the tabletop under us.

Still impaling her, I climbed up with my knees on the tabletop, my cock deep in the rectum.  I thrust, again and again, the loud clacks of the crop punctuating Sarah’s hoarse, guttural moans.  My hard thrusting lifted her feet from the floor.

Using my cock for leverage, I lifted her atop the table. Still deep inside her, I pressed all my weight on top of her and wrapped my hands around her neck. My fingers pressing harder, I leaned close, my lips against her ear.

“You insufferable bitch. I wanted a family. You said you wanted a child. You never did, and you lost our baby on purpose. For your damned career.” Each venomous word came out of me in staccato bursts, in time with my hard, ruthless thrusts and the scraping of the crop on the wood.

I held her like that, restricting her air. I lay my head on hers. She tried to gasp, but I held on tightly. In the window, we shared a long look. Our minds seemed to meet. Her body began to buck hard involuntarily, but her hands did not move to try to pull my hands away. While her body struggled, my hips moved faster and faster, slapping against her upturned rump.

At the moment her eyes began to close and her struggles weakened, I released her neck.  She drew a long sobbing breath, then another. Her whole body quivered under me, and I came hard, my cock pumping my seed deep inside her. As I pushed a final time against her, I was surprised when she orgasmed, grunting as her mincing thighs clutched around the riding crop.

We slept that night, limbs entwined, feeling easy and in love again after so long. We talked and cried, and promised each other to explore our newfound passion, and soon. And frequently.

True forgiveness can be a painful thing.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Stripped Bare by Cristin Storm - 08/08/12

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

Darius knew the moment Mikayla entered his club, The Zone.   His whole body became alert, senses coming alive.  Instantly aroused, and wanting this quiet beauty unlike any other submissive before.  For six months he has watched her.  For those six months, she has watched, talked, but never participated, and delicately refused every Dom who has invited her to play.

She wants to play, but she has an innate quality, or an air about her that reveals her shyness, and her beauty.  She is a natural born submissive, a beautiful girl, but all she has done is watch; until tonight.

Tonight, she would play.  Tonight, she would be watched.  He refused to take no for an answer.  Maybe it was the fact that he knew she hadn’t been ready.  Tonight, everything  has changed. 

He followed her, as she made her way around the main play area.  He noticed how she caressed the St. Andrews Cross, the various Spanking Benches.  But, what made him stop cold was the way she caressed the floggers, the canes, and the look of longing that shined in her eyes.

Yes would be her answer.

Mikayla felt His eyes on her.  Her very flesh heated in anticipation, longing, and desire.  She was always aware of Darius.  The way his muscles rippled when he was deep into a scene, the way his eyes lighted up in laughter, and in arousal.  The way he wielded the crop, always had her nipples at attention, and her pussy clenching in need.

Tonight, she was prepared to enter her darkest fantasies.  Tonight, her answer would be yes.  Reality was bound to be much better.  Darius, he alone was the one who could show her the pleasures she seeks, only Darius. 

An hour has passed, and his cock was tired of the wait.  It was a game that only the two of them were aware of.  He was waiting no more.

Mikayla was standing by the main scene area, too enrapt at the scene before her.  A submissive, tied to the St. Andrews Cross, being worked over by his Mistress.  His whole body was flushed, his cock straining, begging for the release that she would give him.  But, it was the look in his eyes that held Mikayla’s attention.  Bliss.  Oh, how she longed for that.  Just once, be able to let all her stress and worries flee.  Just once, she wanted a taste of the dark passion she has watched.

As Darius approached Mikayla, he watched her as she took in the scene before her.  She was beautiful, and seeking that same desire Mistress Corrine was placing on her submissive.  Mine.  Darius thought, as he drew closer to her.  Startled by his thoughts, he continued closer until he could wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his body.  He was more than ready to have her to himself; more than ready to break her down and watch her be born again, beautiful she would be.

She stopped shuffling her feet as soon as his arms surrounded her.  She stiffened, but it was a brief reaction, then she melted into his body.

“Come.”  Darius spoke into her ear.

Mikayla took a deep breath, knowing who was holding her.  “Yes”, was barely a whisper, but he heard, and tucked her into his side as he ushered her away. 

Mikayla let Darius lead her into a private room.  Her pulse began to skyrocket, but it wasn’t from fear.  Just being near Him was all it took.  She was elated, excited and more than ready to experience what he had to offer. 

“You are finally ready.”  Darius spoke.  It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.  Months of observation, and arousal, and he knew the truth.  She was ready.

“Yes.”  Mikayla had to look into his face.  Strong, chiseled features, blue eyes almost the color of sapphire.  He was as aroused as her.  Her body flushed under his perusal.  She felt like he was almost inspecting her, gauging her reaction to their surroundings, and what was to come.

Her nipples tightened to an unbearable heightened state.  Beneath the corset, she hummed with pleasure as she tried to take slow, steady breaths.  She only hoped Darius would appreciate what she wore underneath her miniscule amount of clothing. 

Darius was in pain, plain and simple.  How had he let this little sprite of a woman get under his skin and they hadn’t even really touched; explored what each had to offer?  His cock ached as he fought for his control.  She was not helping with his control at all.  Even standing there, the innocence she exuded was an aphrodisiac in itself.  Enough.  Now, he would begin, now he would see what she would be willing to offer.

“Come here.”   Darius commanded of Mikayla.  This is where he needed his control the most.  Get it together man, control.

Mikayla looked into his eyes as he spoke.  She slowly walked to where he stood.  Each step had her body heating.  He was almost a foot taller than her 5’4”.  He was built solid.  Working out for him was probably more for pleasure, than necessity.  It showed.  She dared a glance lower, and saw the outline of his cock through the denim of his jeans.  Her mouth watering, and her pussy clenched in need.  It was more than enough to satisfy all her dark fantasies, and more so, her ultimate desires.

“Strip, Mikayla.”

She stared, taken back by the quickness of his command.  He still held the crop in his hands, teasing it, like he was soon to tease her.

“Don’t fear me, beautiful.”  Darius noticed her slight hesitation at his command.  He would not allow her to think too long, nor would he allow her to Top from the bottom.  All or nothing that is how he would be.  “I won’t be so patient if I have to ask you again.”  He smiled a pure devilish grin.

“Yes, Da-“

“Master.”  He spoke quickly.  He has never asked another submissive before to call him that, but with her, it felt right.  It was right.  He wanted to be worthy of that name to her.  Prided himself on his control, and his ability to break even the most seasoned submissive into a work of beauty. 

“Yes, Master.”  Mikayla blushed as she began to follow his order.  She removed her micro-mini skirt, and her corset.  She was careful in her moves, wanting to draw out the moment.  How she dressed was for him, only him. 

She wore her lace, crotchless stockings, and a leather shelf bra the held her large breasts up, but keeping them entirely exposed.  She waxed her pussy just for him.  Loving the sensation her bare skin brought to her own touch, and now, to his.

Holy shit, this woman will be the death of me.  Darius was taken back, stunned at her natural beauty, lush curves, heavy, full breasts and her beautifully waxed pussy.  He walked around her, and pulled her tightly to him.  Her back to his chest, knowing the wool of his sweater would heighten her sense of touch even more.  He gently ran the crop over her body, watching as goose flesh arose in its wake.

Now, he thought.  He pulled the crop tightly across her nipples, as the curtains began to part.  Now, his beauty would see what she does to him through the eyes of the patrons in his club.  For tonight, she was his, and she was stripped bare.

Mikayla gasped as she saw the crowd on the other side of the glass. 

“Are you ready, beautiful?”

“Yes Master, please.”

An Erotic Pic1k Entry - My Surrender by Cherrydarling - 08/01/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words August Entry

My name is Lady Red and I’ve been working at The 7^th Level for as long as I can remember.  I’ve always been a dominate kinda girl, so being a dominatrix just came natural for me. 

Walking into the club and before I even before I hit the bar, my two slaves run up to me.  “There is a new Master here!” one says, as the other says “And, he’s hot as fuck!”  I let them talk as I scan the bar room I don’t see anyone new. Kissing each girl on the cheek, I head to my room, with them on my heels.

I unlock my door and grab my appointment book off my night stand. “Undress me!” I say. They hurry without question, one unzipping my boots as the other undoes my skirt. I have not a single client tonight. That never happens….  I toss my book and down let her take my top off.

“Hmmmmmm, what to do?” I say to myself… 

 “Draw me a bubble bath” I say. I watch them fight over who is going to do it.  The hot water hugs me as I slide in. “You both have pleased me so, so I will reward you both!” I tell them. I point to the first girl, and make her get in the tub with me. “Finger my pussy!” I command her, and with such and eager smile she starts to rub my clit, I can feel the hot water on my swollen jewel. “And you wash my hair!” I tell the other girl. The feeling of hands rubbing my head and my pussy is beyond relaxing.  I feel two of her fingers slide in me and her other hand pinches my clit…. “OOOOOOOO” is all I let out as I cum.

I have them shave my legs, pussy, and everywhere else, wash my body and dry me off.

“You both have been so very good tonight, so I am going to give you a free pass tonight, have fun!, “ I say kissing them again each on the cheek. I watch them leave. Standing naked in my room, I lotion up and wonder what I should wear?? “Hmmmmm,” I whisper to myself….

Black leather skirt, 6 inch boots and red corset! All dressed, staring at myself in my mirror. I love this corset. Cut low and tight. My breasts look amazing in it. I put on my make-up and pull my hair back in a sleek pony tail and wrap it in a black ribbon.

Locking my door I head back to the main bar, that part is open to the public, soooo,,,,maybe I can find someone to play with since I am free tonight! 

“Whiskey” I tell the bartender

Looking around, the bar is full and the music is loud. I still don’t really see anyone new. I see my two slaves all over the dance floor, all over each other, all over everyone!

“I love your pony tail; I’d love to pull it!” I hear behind me as I spin around to look.

My slaves were right! He is fucking hot. I can’t tell how much taller he is than me because of my boots. Dark hair to his shoulders, very dark eyes, and big, big hands with long fingers, I want to feel them on me, in me.

“My name is Andrew” he says extending out his hand to meet mine. “Lady Red” is all I say in return shaking his hand.

I hear him talking to me but not really paying attention. My mind racing to thoughts of him tied up in my bed, begging me to touch him.

“Well do you?” He says, touching my arm to get my attention.

“Sure” I say. I watch his face light up and his eyes change. Like a storm rolling in. And, to my shock I notice I am getting wet, as he grabs my hand. Pulling, almost dragging me down the hallway. Finally stopping in front of a door, his door. I notice I have never been down this hallway before.  He’s not letting go of my hand, and I don’t remove it, I watch his dig out his keys. We don’t exchange any words as he unlocks his door.

Flipping his light on, he shuts his door and stands very close to me. “You didn’t hear everything I said at the bar, did you?” he asks

“Well, to be honest, no” I say

“I guess I ‘ll have to punish you then” he says with an evil smile , as he wraps his hand around my pony tail and tugs it down and his kisses me deeply his tongue invading my every space of my mouth. Pulling away he bites my lower lip. 

Watching him walk away from me and, for the first time I can very excited! I have never had anyone overpower me in such away. I can feel my wetness start to run down my thigh. There is something strange happening inside me. I am trying to control myself, but the dominate in me has gone dormant.

“Sit!” he commands

I sit without question on the edge of his bed and watch him walk towards me. Then black.

“I’ve seen you in here for a while now. And, I can no longer control myself” he whispered in my ear as he tightened the blindfold.

I feel myself let out a small sigh. I’m trying to sit still, trying to think of what I tell my slaves to do. Trying to think if I have seen him and never noticed?  I reach out to feel for him. All I feel is something soft, then wrapped around one wrist then the other, then around my back. He stands me up and starts walking me. Once again no words exchanged. I can feel his power in his touch. Soon my hands are out stretched over my head and hooked above me. He is taking off my clothes.

Standing, arms hanging, just in my boots, eyes covered. I feel nothing, I see nothing. But, my excitement level is through the roof. I’m screaming in my head for him to touch me. Soon I feel him spread my legs apart. “Don’t move” were the first words he said in some time.

His fingers pinch my clit and rub it back and forth. “Mmmmm, ooooooo” escapes from my lips

He stops touching me! “Each sound you make, I’ll stop touching you!” he says

I nod in response.

Sliding two fingers in, he fingers fucks me, fast! I can taste my own blood in my mouth from biting my lip to keep form making any noise. I cum quickly and abruptly! He pulls his hands away and grabs my hips, and then I feel the girth of his hard cock jammed deep into me. His hands making contact with my ass with five hard smacks. I want to scream! His other hand reaching up grabbing my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples. Pumping himself harder into me, his balls hitting my clit.


“I claim you!” he says into my ear

All I can do is nod as I cum and cum again.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Annie Time by Arien Adora - 07/30/2012

August 2012 An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest

As I quietly stood there I thought back to how I managed to get myself in this situation. Normally I was always considered the good girl, but something in me made me completely step outside the box of rules. My mind drifted back to you walking in on me as I crawled between the luscious legs of Annie. So sweet she tasted as I flicked my tongue around her clit several times before driving it as far as possible into her juicy slit. Even now I lick my lips in the thought of savoring her sweet peachy nectar. My hands roaming up her body to pinch and tease her small perky nipples. There simply is nothing more glorious than the body of a wanton woman. Just as I brought Annie to the brink of explosion you walked in and watch the show as it finished. I remember all of her muscles tightening up as I clamped my lips around her throbbing nub.


The sweet flow of liquid spilled from her as she shivered into the most exhilarating orgasm. As Annie began to slow her movements, that was when I heard you clear your throat. I turned to see you standing in the doorway with a crop in hand. It was obvious by how you smacked the palm of your hand that you were displeased with my choices. See, I knew it was wrong to play without your consent, but how could I possibly deny the ravishing Annie. I understood that by refraining from play it was your way of keeping control of me, as I was a bit of a sex fiend and could quite easily get carried away. You knew that by keeping the rule of “No Play” on me, it would make me wild with desire and when I could play I would become a ravenous creature ready for anything. This was one of the things you enjoyed most about me, and I understood that as well.

So now here I stood in your library. My arms to my sides with my head down, still licking my lips to keep the memory of Annie alive. My body was quivering in the want of pleasure as I stared at my hard nipples. The outfit I wore was something you had selected me to wear for the day. Often you would choose something sexy for me to run around the house in. Again, it was your attempt at teasing me and keeping me on the threshold of arousal. It also, kept me accessible for anything you might desire at a moments notice. Today the selection had been a leather halter style bra with a pair of leather chaps. The bra allowed my breasts to be perfectly framed by the leather, but completely open to any form of torture. Whenever I wore this outfit I often could be found pressing my body up against one item or another in order to feel the sensations radiating through me. The pants were form fitting but had the crotch cut out. You said they were your favorite because it kept both of my holes available at a moments notice, while giving you something to hold on to as you brutality took what you knew was yours.

I kept my head lowered just as you expected. I had already disappointed you and knew I was about to receive punishment for going against your rules. There was no need to make matters worse I thought. I listened as you heavily walked across the room, and stood directly behind me. The way your breath burnt the back of my neck made me shiver in anticipation of what you might do to me. In one swift movement, you flicked the crop in front of me then up towards my breasts. With a skill I could never understand you managed to tap both of my nipples before gripping the crop with both of your hands. Using the crop as your leverage you pulled me tightly against you. I watched as the smooth shaft of the crop cut into my round firm breasts.

“Such a naughty girl playing without permission. What shall I do to you?”

For a moment I wanted to speak, but quickly stopped myself before the words could escape. You said nothing as you moved around me. I kept my eyes lowered and focused on your shoes directly in front of me.

“Arms out!” You stated forcefully.

With a quickness I thrust my arms in front of me with my palms up. You placed the crop across my wrists and instructed me to spread my legs. I quickly did as requested by spreading my legs a shoulder length apart. This seem to amuse you as you moved down in front of me. I could see the look in your eyes, and knew I was about to be tested. How I managed to get through the test would ultimately decide what was to be done with me. Without a single word you quickly parted the lips of my pussy and pushed two fingers deep within me. You knew my body inside and out, so it was no problem finding my G-spot quickly. Your fingers rubbed and twisted against my walls. I went to wiggle in excitement and the crop almost fell from my wrists. I managed to stop it by turning one hand over to catch it, and you quickly smacked my thigh.

“Do not do that again!” You growled, “It will remain on your wrists. If you drop it, you will pay!”
This was the test, could I keep the crop balanced on my wrists and endure an orgasm. I was not sure what the answer would be, but did know that if I wanted to please you it had better be to accomplish the goal. Your fingers resumed their quest to torture the my pussy to the fullest extent. It took no time at all to have me to the point of exploding. I could feel the cream beginning to moisten my thighs, as I watched the crop attempt to fall from its place on my wrists every time I would wiggle.
I tried so hard to stay still, but you made it very difficult to succeed. Seeing that I was at the brink of orgasm you thrust your fingers deeper once more and rub the exact spot I needed to release. My legs quivered as my body reached the ultimate height. The hot lava poured from me as I reached a new level of pleasure. Just when I thought I had successfully accomplished the task you set forth, your fingers adjusted and rubbed a new spot. This was the spot that took me even further. I had never known was squirting was until I met you, and what I learned was that it was even more difficult to maintain body control while doing it. This time would be no different as liquid quickly poured from me.

My body shook harder than ever before as it erupted into a violent orgasm. The crop rocked several times before finally falling to the floor, but that was the furthest thing from my mind right now. You pulled your fingers free from me and I fell to my knees. My mind grew fuzzy as my body shook multiple times. After several long minutes I managed to gather myself enough to understand what had just happened. I had failed the task and now wondered what the punishment would be. You chuckled for a moment as you watched me whither on the floor like a fish out of water. Once I began to settle down you scooped me into your arms and carried me to your oversized chair. Together we sat as you whispered how much you loved me.

“Such a strong willed girl you are, but do not think for moment that if you break my rules again you will not pay more severely.”
I knew what you said was fact, but there was no way I would disappoint again. Touching another would be something I could refrain myself from doing I thought. Besides, next time it would be Annie’s turn to give the pleasure~

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: He Waits For You In The Basement by Andrew Troy Keller - 07/30/2012

August's An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest

It was on a rainy Thursday afternoon when a beautiful woman with dark hair stepped into the house of Jeremiah and Barbara Corday, took off her coat and said, "Hello? Are you still here, Jerry? I just got home! A good thing, too! All that rain pouring down caused traffic on one street to be a real bitch!"


That was before Barbara walked into the living room and saw a note on the coffee table which said, "He waits for you in the basement! Get yourself naked and haul your ass downstairs now!"

And when she saw that the basement door was open and the light was on, Barbara took a deep breath and said to herself, "There is no need to be afraid, Barbara! Just remember that you are doing it to save your marriage!"

Then, after she took off her clothes, Barbara walked slowly down the stairs and into the basement.

"I am here! Just as you have requested! What is your wish, my master?", asked Barbara while she was looking around the room to see whoever was there with her.

That was before a mysterious voice answered, "You are to put on the handcuffs right now, Bitch!"

"Yes, Master!", said Barbara while she was slapping a pair of handcuffs on each wrist.

After she had done that, a large male stranger walked up from behind, took a hold of the handcuff chain and hung those cuffs with Barbara still attached to them on a hook that had recently been nailed to a wooden beam in the ceiling.

Then,he picked up a riding crop and rubbed it against her tits while whispering in her ear, "You are enjoying this! Are you, Bitch?""Yes, Master! I really am enjoying it! I am enjoying it so much!", said Barbara before her mysterious master was jerking off while rubbing the riding crop on her soaking wet pussy.

And after he let out a laugh and said, "Ah, yes!You most certainly are enjoying it! I could tell how moist your snatch has become! And yet, you still are a very naughty girl who needs to be punished! Are you?", Barbara closed her eyes and answered, "Yes, Master! Punish me! I really do need to be punished! Please, Master! Punish me!"

That made her master pull the riding crop quickly across her soaked cunt and start smashing it on her ass nine times before he tossed it aside, placed his thumb inside her mouth and said, "Your punishment has only begun, Bitch! Now suck my thumb! Suck it while I fuck you in the ass!"

And while she was sucking on his thumb as he had requested, the master started shoving his large dick into her asshole with his other hand on her huge tits.

And in spite of the fact that it was causing her to feel such great pain, Barbara was unable to forget that she was also enjoying it.

And after he pulled his thumb out of her mouth and turned her around, Barbara was finally allowed to gaze upon her master and notice that he actually was a handsome stud with short dark hair.

That was before he laid his hands on her ass and began slamming his huge cock straight into her wet pussy.

And while he was doing that, the hook began to weaken.

And it kept on weakening until it finally broke off the wooden beam and force Barbara to nearly fall down to the floor.

That was when her master kneeled down and started sucking her large breasts.

And it was maybe two or three hours later that both the master and his willing servant had finally let loose a huge tsunami of cum and stopped to catch their breath.

"Say, Jerry? Could you please do me a favor and get these handcuffs off of me? Our guests will be here soon and I need to get the house ready.", said Barbara before her master who was also her husband smacked his hand on his forehead and said, "Ah, shit! I almost forgot about the party we are throwing for Norm and Cloris MacDonald tonight!"

And after he got the handcuffs off her wrists, both Jerry and Barbara got themselves out of the basement and cleaned up almost every room together before she went into the bathroom to get herself cleaned up.

After he got the other rooms clean and spotless, Jerry looked at the clock on a wall in the kitchen and said to himself, "Shit! I hope Barbara is done in the bathroom! I need to take a shower myself!"

But as soon as he went up the stairs and stepped into the bathroom, Jerry saw his wife fingering herself in the shower which made him jerk off one more time before he stepped inside and started touching all over her body.

"Please, Jerry. Not now. Our guests...!", said Barbara before Jerry turned her around and said, "Our guests are not here yet. Besides, it is only going to be a quickie."

And sure enough, they took less time fucking their brains out in the shower than they had in the basement.

And it was a good thing because after that shower, they were able to get themselves dressed and the food ready before the guests arrived.

One by one, the other folks in the neighborhood welcomed their new neighbors with open arms.

That was before a blond maiden walked over to the hosts with a big smile on her face and said, "Hi. You must be Jerry and Barbara Corday. I really am so glad to meet you. Norm told me that you guys were having marital problems. But it looks like you already took care of them. You guys must have done something to do that."

And after the hosts looked and smiled at each other, Barbara had let out a sigh and said, "Trust me, Cloris. You have no idea how right you are about that. Want some chips and dip?"