The thing was, she was young. Very young. Certainly legal, but still, I really should have been ashamed of myself. I was a thirty-two year old man! It started out so simply though. She sent me a picture because I wrote something silly like, if a picture is worth a thousand words than a thousand words must be worth a picture.

It was almost cliche, the dorm room nude. Bad lighting, bitten lip, interesting angles. There is a very immediate and contemporary intimacy about it, something both forbidden and accessible. Innocent and slutty.

She is short, tiny actually. Waist insanely small, hips flaring out and tits that are ridiculous. It would be silly to say that I’m not obsessed with her breasts. Her dimensions almost seem impossible.

When I received said pictures I replied with thanks and not much more, really. A while later I was looking through my email and those pictures popped up again. It was a purely physical reaction, I hit reply and asked if she was near NYC because I “kinda wanted to make out with you or something” in that was I try to be very forward so that it is comical and yet still very forward. This is classic Jack.

She replied that she was in college upstate, but she did come in to the city occasionally, in fact she would be there that weekend. I mentioned that I would like to meet her if she had time. Maybe just a walk in the park, maybe a kiss.

There was something in her tone, though. Her emails were specifically vague about the who and what her trips to the city were about. Vague in that way that I knew it demanded a little more investigation.

“So what exactly do you do in the city?”

She stalled, telling me specifics, but not the answer. She goes to museums. She goes to fancy restaurants. She seems movies.

“With whom do you do all of these wonderful things?”

Ah, there is the rub. A man. An older man. Older than me and I already felt like a fiend for attempting this liaison. An older man with children and a career and a vicious ex wife. A wealthy man with a powerful job.

Once the cat was out of the bad the details poured out of her. She was obviously waiting to tell someone all about her hidden life. She liked being a secret, but like tell secrets almost as much. She told me how she was his pet and his little secret and how he cuddled and kissed her, how he spanked and rode her. She told me about her love of being marked up and walking around sore the next day.

There was drama, too. He had many other girls he played with. He didn’t hide his other liaisons from her, but she tried not to ask and he tried not to tell. Still when they were alone she was all his and for the most part he was all hers.

The emails went back and forth fast and furious. We told the stories of our lovers and friends. She sent more pictures. The vitality and exuberance of youth. Her room became a familiar place and her girlish crooked smile and lush body became things I looked forward to every time I checked my mail.

The plan was forming and it was a bit of an odd plan. We were just supposed to meet. I knew she had that risque appointment, but she had a few hours to kill beforehand. We were going to go to Central Part. A safe place, we could sit and talk, nothing more.

When she got to the city it was raining. The city was a wet mess of black and gray and so what other choice did I have? I got a cab. I told her we were going to my place. She didn’t say yes or no, really, she just followed me.

I knew she was short, but in person five feet is impressively tiny. She wore things I told her to wear. Thigh highs, a skirt. When we walked to get the cab my hand was on her waist and then her hip and I felt around for the line of her panties. Nothing. Smooth hip. I groaned as I felt her hip and she knew that I knew.

In the cab she was blushing.

It was too soon. We really shouldn’t have been going to my apartment. We’d emailed a lot, though. I felt comfortable. Plus she would be leaving in a few hours. Part of me really thought that we would kiss, talk, laugh. That other part of me knew exactly what would happen. These two parts of me are often at odds. The latter almost always wins.

We got to my apartment and I showed her around. We sat on my couch and she was shy and blushing and silent. This, of course, forced me to not be shy.

Sometimes I get into this mood were I am aggressive and kind of sarcastic and mocking. Teasing a girl about her desires and goading her into doing thing.

I put my hand on her knee and I kissed her. She turned away. Now I wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, maybe I was being too forward. I kissed her neck and she sighed, I loved my hand up her skirt and she gasped. I touched the very tip her her thigh, edging near heat and wetness, but I didn’t touch yet.

I moved away and watched her squirm. Then I moved in and took a hungry handful of her breasts.

Really, they are perfect. They might be the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. I’ve been with girls with large breasts before and indeed I love breasts of all sizes, but these are perfect. I felt the delicious weight of them. I pushed her back and squeezed them. She gasped.

This whole time there was a tugging in the back of my head. She was going to see “him” and so what was I doing? I slapped her breasts a little and she gave me one of the first glimpses of that glazed look in her eyes. That perfect combination of desire, shame and submission.

Some girls you hit and they like it. They squeal and laugh and ask for more. Some girls turn around and take it, like a mission. They grit their teeth and see how much they can handle. Girls like this, though, girls like this gave in to the pain with every inch of themselves. The groans are animal and they are hypnotized by the pain. They don’t like it, they need it. Every connection your hand makes, or your cane or your whip, completes them and being a part of that is something profound.

When I bent her over my couch and spanked her she froze. “No marks” she whispered at one point. It made me want to own her, brand her, whip her until she was black and blue, but I was good. This was just an appetizer. This was a first meeting and a brief one at that. Just a little playing.

I spanked her more. I knew the lines and I kept to them. That kind of spanking doesn’t leave marks. I watched her skin and how much she could take. When my fingers slipped into her she let out an animal groan. The want was palpable. Her body was so primed for sex. Young, wet, tight, bright, hungry, dirty, blushing and wanton.

My fingers searched inside of her. The differences in women is fascinating. She has a very prominent g-spot. It seemed swollen and my fingers curved to meet the little bumps and ridges of her cunt. She bucked and ground against my hand, her body far more lithe and tight then I imagined. She was already on her way, building as my fingers moved in and out, teasing and then tormenting that spot inside of her. When her hips started a slow steady rhythm I stopped.

The sound she made was perfect. A moan and a whine and a whimper.

When I left her I had no doubt she would stay put. The fact was I wished I had more time and more rope because I could only imagine the things she would have done if we had the means to take advantage of her in every way. She stayed put as I got a toy and some restraints. I bound her hands behind her back and she obediently kept her face down in the pillows of my couch. I bound her ankle together as well, loving the way the lips of her cunt peaked out from her closed legs.

The toy slipped in easily, surprisingly easily. Everything was easy with her, except for the kissing. She was eager, in body if not in mind. Her body didn’t have any of the shames or guilts her mind did. She wanted it all and she was wet for it.  Her cunt took everything I gave it.

The chemistry of affairs like this amaze me. I don’t know how everyone reacts but personally I see myself change so much depending on who I am with. She needed complete ownership. She needed to me manhandled and physically overpowered. She didn’t want to answer questions or play little games. Really, she couldn’t. She was as much under the control of her own body as she was under my control.

I worked the toy into her, pressing the curve of it so that it her her g-spot hard again and again. With most women this would be far too much stimulation, but she played rough, alone or with her little friend. I wanted too see how much she could take. It wasn’t long before her whines turned into sobs of pleasure. She turned to the left and the right because the pressure was going to make something big happen and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to.

She got nervous when she started to squirt. The wet drops on the floor between her legs made me smile. She moved around too much and I didn’t get to really watch the waterworks, but it is always so satisfying when they squirt, especially when they didn’t think they would.

I stepped back and was overcome with the desire to fuck her. Her wet thighs and her shallow breath. I could see her face, blushing and one breasts pressed perfectly against my pillow. Her powerlessness to her own need to be dominated was too powerful a aphrodisiac.

When I left her again and came back with the condoms I made sure she saw them. I made sure she heard the ripping of the package. I gave her time to say no, though I knew the word wasn’t in her vocabulary at this point. She might fight, she might struggle, she might do all sorts of things, but I don’t think there was anything I was capable of that she would really protest.

She shouldn’t fuck me. She knew it. She was going to meet him. She was going to be with him and do all sorts of things for hours, but here she was bent over my couch and saying nothing as I slipped the condom on. Saying nothing as I put my hands on her perfect ass. Saying nothing as I brushed the head of my cock against her slightly swollen and shockingly pink cunt.

I pulled up her head by her hair and I looked at her face. She wouldn’t really look me in the eye. My cock slipped against the wetness of her. I was looking for her answer.

Then I was sinking into her. Inch by inch into this new wetness.

We didn’t have time to play any more games. With her legs together and her ass in my hand and the restrictions making every moment taboo, things were moving quickly. The pleasure was distilled and intense. She moaned and whimpered as I pushing all the way into her. Her natural tightness and the added pressure of her legs bound together was intense and wild. She was so receptive to every thrust the whole thing quickly got out of my control. I started riding her fast, pulling her thick hips back and forth, the whole time looking down at much cock disappearing into her.

She just kept coming. I was almost jealous. Just getting fucked like this, bent over a couch, plus the dirtiness of knowing someone else would be doing the very same thing in a few hours. I watched her cycle through orgasms, her body tightening and her breath going faster and then suddenly stopping for a few seconds. I was enthralled, so much my own orgasm surprised me. There was no buildup, I just started coming, so hard I fell against her and grunted three time loud and guttural.

After I came I played with her a little more. She is a lovely plaything. I knew she had to go and so I let her get dressed.

After her orgasms and her fucking her whole demeanor changed. She wasn’t shy anymore, she was calm and playful. She hugged me and hung on me as I took her to the bus. Where she was once embarrassed to even hold my hand now she was pressed against me, kissing me as we waiting.

These were our first real kisses. She bloomed like a flower in the sunlight outside my apartment. She pressed against of me reveling in the spectacle of us kissing at the bus stop. My hand even sneaking up to cup her breasts for a moment.

The knowledge of where she was going made my feelings confusing. I reached some new place, though, some understanding. I relished the whole dirty little game. Though I was sure any meeting with her would have been intense, the situation had made things even hotter than I could have expected.

I knew as I kissed her one last time I would have her again, this time all mine for a day. I would play with this little toy for real and see every trick this little pet had to show me.

And with that she was gone.

Vitals
What: A free and highly social day of sexuality education and discussion.
Why: To inspire a creative, interactive and open environment where everyone feels comfortable talking and learning about all things that sexuality relates to in their lives.
When: February 6th, 2010 at 10:00 AM
Where: Brown University, Wilson Hall, Main Green in Providence, Rhode Island
Who: Everyone
How much: FREE (as in beer as well as freedom)

Details
KinkForAll is an ad-hoc gathering born from the desire for people of all persuasions to share and learn in an open environment. It is a fast-paced event with discussions, presentations, and interaction from all participants. (It is inspired by the BarCamp community.)

ANYONE WITH SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE OR WITH THE DESIRE TO LEARN IS WELCOME AND INVITED TO JOIN. When you attend, be prepared to share with others. When you leave, be prepared to share it with the world.

A KinkForAll is a special kind of gathering because there are no spectators, only participants. Attendees must give a talk or a presentation, help with one, or otherwise contribute in some way to support the event. This is called sharing and we like it. All presentations are scheduled the day they happen—there are no pre-scheduled presentations or keynote addresses. The people present at the event will select the presentations they want to see.

Anyone can lead a session, on any topic related to sexuality. You do not necessarily have to teach a new skill or idea. You might share an experience, facilitate a discussion, or read a poem. The goal is to start a conversation, make connections (and maybe even friends), and exchange knowledge. Presentations promoting specific commercial products or companies are discouraged.

Learn more about what to expect at
wiki.kinkforall.org/WhatToExpect

Learn more about the event guidelines at
wiki.kinkforall.org/TheRulesOfKinkForAll

This activity is not sponsored by, associated with, or endorsed by Montgomery County Public Schools or Montgomery County Government.

Get Involved
We need your help in spreading the word. Please help by participating.

Here’s how:
1. Get excited by reading fellow participants’ topic ideas on
wiki.kinkforall.org/KinkForAllProvidence
2. Add your name or handle to the list of participants
3. Join the mailing list and introduce yourself by emailing
kinkforall@googlegroups.com
4. Show up!

Still have questions? Read the Frequently Asked Questions at
wiki.kinkforall.org/FrequentlyAskedQuestions

or email kinkforall@googlegroups.com for more details.

KinkForAll Online
Participate online before the event at your favorite social networking web site:

Homepage: wiki.KinkForAll.org
Google: groups.google.com/group/kinkforall
Twitter: twitter.com/KinkForAll
Identica: identi.ca/kinkforall
Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/KinkForAll
Fetlife: fetlife.com/groups/2962

All organizational efforts are coordinated in public via the mailing list. Join for free and help turn ideas into realities!

groups.google.com/group/kinkforall

Do one of these exercises as a comment or email to me at mrjackstratton@gmail.com

They don’t have to be long, just enough to get the point across. I will credit you or not mention you, which ever you like. If you would like to be credited, include you name and that you’d like to be credited. I will assume anyone who doesn’t include that doesn’t want to be credited.

Thanks!

1. Articulation
Write a short essay or story to articulate a specific fantasy. Pick one thing you desire, an activity, a scene or scenario and explore where you would like to go with it in a detailed and explicit way. Picture the scene and imagine in what interesting ways it might grow. Take ideas to the next level and examine the roots of your desires and how they can more thoroughly be explored.

2. Seduction
Write a short essay or story to entice someone to do something you find arousing. Put your desired activity in the most appealing light to your reader. Think about what your reader(s) want and write about how your desires fit into their needs. Describe feelings and sensation while steering clear of specifics that your reader may be biased against or have preconceived notions about. Create intrigue and woo the reader by suggesting what you could do to make the activity even more pleasurable for them.

3. Negotiation
Write a short essay or story to arrange a scene that will satisfy all parties involved. Talk in depth about things you want to do while talking briefly but succinctly about what you don’t want to do. Elaborate on your desires and be forthcoming with things that you would be willing to compromise on as well as do in return. Ask questions that have more than yes or no answers. Asking if someone will do something will only get you a yes or no, asking under what circumstances someone might do something leaves the idea open for further negotiation.

4. Processing
Write a short essay or story to examine an activity, scene or scenario that you felt went either very well or very poorly. Write about what you liked about the scene in specific terms, as well as what you didn’t like. Explore why you felt it was success or unsuccessful and write about why you feel that way. Did something unexpected happen? What would you have changed? What would you like to explore further? How did it affect you?

I was on Kink on Tap this Sunday, along with MayMay, Helio Girl and Molly Ren. It’s available in podcast form for you enjoyment.

A couple of months ago I gave a presentation, that turned into two presentations, at KinkForAll DC. My first presentation was on Why Writing about Sex is Important and the other was entitles Slash: SUBTEXT = BUTT SEX.

I was Fleshbotted for the sixth time!

I was listed on the Manhattan Times Neighborhood Blogwatch! It’s kind of awesome that my vanilla neighborhood newspaper spotlighted kinky old me.

And stories are almost done! Actual real stories, just like the ones I used to post. Amazing.

HNT Courtesy of Molls (via Eat The Cake NYC)

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Adoration
Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife
Happy Halloween
Heartbreak hotel
Heat
Lips…Tongue…Taste
Marathon Sex
Not Always, But Often: Part 1
Our (Sorta) Intro to BDSM
Rising above the Background
Sex at 2am
The Babysitter
The Chair
The Beginning?
The Pleasure Chest
The Slut Chronicles #10 ~ The Interview
The Walk
Today’s Specials: Orgasms, Wet Panties, and Margaritas
Twinkling Heat
We are glass
What I Want

Kink & Fetish

Amber’s New Dungeon
Awesome Body Mod Night
Co-Hypno-Topping
Day of Debauchery
Go Ask Teresa: Mothers
Helpless
Jack was a Picky Eater
Kissing Noises
My very first experience of BDSM
Mouth
Play Piercing? Seriously? Why?!?
Sounds and Catheters
The Taking of M

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Aftercare, Part I: The Basics
Ask The Negress: Privacy & Perversion.
Boundaries…
Do Slaves Deserve Love?
Gyne-Vestiphobia: Fear of Women’s Clothing
Let There Be Love
On My Experience With Sex Toys
Riding The Crimson Wave – Having Sex On Your Period
The Gangbang as Social Commentary
Titty Fucking
TPE (Total Power Exchange): A Novice’s Perspective
Weekend Fun

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December 17th
God rest ye, merry cuckold!
You’ve Got To Be Nuts

Trilby is a hypno-fetishist. Hypnosis has always been something I have been both interested in and conflicted about. I’m a skeptic. This isn’t just a statement about my not taking capital “T” Truths at face value, it is actually a philosophical and a political stance that greatly effects how I look at the world.

The things I’ve read about hypnosis were often inconclusive, ambivalent or simply too vague to verify.

I met Trilby a while ago and I was fascinated from our first conversation about hypnosis and specifically erotic hypnosis. The idea of controlling someone, specifically their sexual reactions, has always been one of my biggest kinks. Not to mention the fact that Trilby was bright, cute and hysterically funny.

Trilby is also one of the only people I’ve ever met in person who frequented MCStories.com, a pretty old school repository of hypnosis and other mind control themed erotica.

I had mentioned a few times to Trilby that I wanted to learn more about hypnosis and at one point she mentioned that she might like to get caned.

This is one of the things about my new and growing circle of friends that I love. The friendly, fun, non-drama negotiation of play. Not dating, not friends with kinky benefit, just friends who play. Play, not as a separate activity than friendship, but as an extension of it.

But I am over-explaining this, let’s get the to the wet panties and funny noises part.

Now, this story of hypnosis and kink could be intense and serious or light hearted and playful, but one thing was added to the equation that made it ridiculous (in a good way) and epic.

That one thing was Wendy Blackheart.

Wendy was one of the first sex bloggers I ever met in person, during that year and a half or so since I started all this craziness.

Funny story, Wendy and I found each other on OKCupid and then found each other’s blogs. Neither of us really read each other’s blogs, because we are both a little self absorbed.

We met for drinks, both thinking we would top the other one and maybe fuck. When we met we both realized neither of these things would ever happen.

We then proceeded to freak out the patrons of Hop Devil by loudly discussing fisting techniques.

Since then Wendy and I have become good friends. We are pleather siblings and we still constantly try and top each other. She also tends to try and undress my girlfriend whenever they are in the same room, which has caused me to occasionally squirt her with a water bottle, as one would reprimand a naughty cat.

But I digress.

Trilby, Wendy and I all found ourselves at the same party. We started talking and before we knew it we were in a private room and Trilby was being put under.

The problem was, although Wendy was able to put Trilby under, she had no idea what to do with her once she was laying there, open to suggestion.

“Tell her she is very aroused!” I whispered.

Wendy told her and then gave her a trigger word so that she could put her into a trance anytime that night.

Trilby awoke, a little giddy, a little touchy feely. I was still skeptical, but no matter the actual mechanism, Trilby was aroused and Wendy and I did that.

Thus I smiled and reveled in a new power.

Wendy, for all of her awesomeness, was at a disadvantage, because she was both not particularly into girls and unable to perform her most enjoyed activities due to the rules of the party (i.e. no penetration). I, once again, stepped up with some ideas.

“Tell her that every time someone touches her ass she will get more and more aroused and every time someone hits her ass it is like her clitoris is being stimulated.”

Wendy’s eyes lit up. The commands were entered into poor Trilby’s brain. We then led her out into the main room of the party, accidentally brushing her ass the whole way.

She was deliciously dizzy in the crowded room. I looked around and saw a couple kissing in the corner as naked breasts rubbed together. A young man flicked his partner’s nipples with a wooden skewer. A woman assessed a collared boy kneeling before her.

Eventually, after mingling a bit, Wendy, Trilby and I ended up on the couch. Wendy put Trilby over her lap and both of us gave Trilby some light little swats on her ass. Trilby writhed in pleasure and then let out a yep of shock.

“Whoa! What the heck?”

Wendy and I laughed and then Wendy put her out again.

I stared down at Trilby’s prone form. She was only wearing a pair of lacy boycut panties and knee high socks. She was breathing heavy and waiting for commands.

“Tell her that if she is hit on her ass with any implement it would feel like she was being penetrated by a penis. Also if she is spanked long enough the arousal would build and build and she will have a powerful orgasm.”

Who knew if it would work? Still Wendy and I patted and smoothed Trilby’s bottom as she purred under our hands. Wendy started spanking her randomly as I started to spank her with hard, well placed strikes.

Trilby moaned and writhed, as I reached over and got the wooden brush I brought. A few smacks with that had her moaning loudly. I switched to the crop and carefully aimed blows at one cheek, while Wendy spanked the other.

Trilby’s body was tightening now. She had one of those body types where her waist and chest were somewhat small, but her hips and ass flared out. This made for a lovely place to spank.

As Wendy went a little crazy with the spanking I got the cane. I knew she didn’t have that high of a pain tolerance and already I had found myself pulling back as her face went from ecstasy to wincing hurt.

A little bouncing of the cane on her bottom, followed by a few good hits when she was ready. I got enough to give me that lovely little feeling I get in my chest when I see those red and white lines the cane leaves.

Then the spanking started in earnest. I tried to focus on the center of her butt, almost low enough to be spanking her sex. I knew the vibrations would reverberate down.

Trilby, consciously or subconsciously, realized this new barrage was building to a climax, thus her body started building to one as well.

She squirmed and moaned and as we spanked her in quick rhythmic succession she tensed and buried her face in the pillows of the couch.

Of course that wasn’t good enough for Wendy and I.

We let Trilby calm, but continued with our little pats and rubbing. Soon the rhythm was back and Trilby was coming again.

I think we took her up and down again before finally cuddling with her and soothing her.

Wendy put her back down and removed the trigger and the suggestions.

We all giggled and glowed at the fun.

I went back to play with others, but the scene stayed in my head. That control, over someone’s arousal, over someone’s reactions and even their senses. It clicked.

Thus a new interest was added to my list of obsessions.

Girl: Hot and bookish. Librarian chic glasses, pencil skirt, black kitten heals. Chocolate brown hair in a neat bob. NYC government issued red pea coat open just enough to show a low cut v-neck sweater and a hint of marvelous cleavage. She is sitting down, deep into a trade paperback.

He is formulating a plan in his head. You can see him working it out and in his mind it is flawless. He makes his way over to her, bumping into a few people as the train starts and stops. He hovers over her, expecting her to look up, but she doesn’t.

He bends down, so this his head is at her head level. She doesn’t notice. He then looked down and tries to see what book she is reading. He can’t see it from his angle so (and kids, this is where the big mistake was made) he pushes the book up a little with his finger.

The girl is started by the popping of her personal space bubble and yells “What the fuck!”

The person next to her is also frightened and spills her coffee the guy next to her, who jumps up and yells “Oh, fucking come on!”

The delicate ecosystem of the subway car is thrown into chaos.

Everyone looks at the guy who caused all the the problem and he stutters “I-um-uh just wanted to-um see what book she was reading. Sorry.”

Just as she is going to reply the train stopped at 42nd and everyone got off, leaving the guy standing confused as new people entered the train and pushed him around.

The book was The Red Tent.

Troy mentioned something on the podcast called a tag party and it got me thinking. I looked for more information on them online and didn’t find anything. (If anyone knows of resources or writeups about tag parties please comment or email)

The idea of a tag party, as I understand it from Troy Orleans’s description, is a party in which everyone who attends is willing to play. Each partygoer wears a tag in which they write three acts that they are willing to participate in and the role they wish to play in said act. i.e. Spanking/Top, Rope Bondage/Top, Flogging/Bottom.

Anyone at the party can come up to anyone else and ask to participate in one of their tagged activities. Partygoers are expected to play with anyone who requests one of their tagged activities for a minimum of five minutes. After that either person can end play or they can negotiate more time and other activities if they both participants are agreeable.

The minute I heard this description a light went off in my head. Yes, this sounds like exactly the kind of party I want to go to! The basics are all laid out and you can get a little sample size scene with anyone.

Really, this isn’t to say that all guesswork and mystery is taken out of interactions, it’s just that a lot of the initial rundown of the basics are handled by a neat list. Also describing acts you want to participate in as opposed to definitive life roles seems like such a great way to get to know someone. I will tell you what I like to do, not who I am. You have to figure out who I am on your own.

So what’s on your tag?

I sat down on the train this morning and tried to work out my default desires. I have lots of things that depend on specific people/places/emotional states, but these are things I am pretty much always up for.

I did consider, though, that some of these are gender specific for me. I have noted those, though a lot of the reasons why are biological or just because I don’t know how to work boy equipment as well as I know how to work girl equipment.

Spanking/Top

Probably my number one kink. Over the knee. Paddle, belt or wooden brush, but come on, the bare hand is always the best. Squirming is encouraged, but comes with a price.

Caning/Top

The mere sound of the whish through the air gets me hard. The bruises days later make my face hot. The whole thing, from testing taps to aftercare is amazing to me. From intense session with real masochists to showing a beginner the ropes.

Flogging, Impact & Sensation Play/Top or Bottom

Good solid fun! I like working it out with someone. Finding out what they can take and where they take it best. Punching, slapping, hitting with things. Always a fun time.

Rope Bondage/Top or Bottom

I’m still learning, but I have a good grasp on the basics! I nice chest harness, a hog tie, all sorts of interesting predicaments.

Forced Orgasm/Top to Female Bottoms

Tied down or held down. High powered vibrators, aggressive g-spot stimulating toys, anything it takes. Figuring out how to make someone come and then making them do it over and over again until I’m satisfied.

Forced Squirting/Top to Female Bottoms

I enjoy making girls squirt. In fact I would say it is very high on my list of wants, but honestly (and it took me a while to figure this out) I enjoy it even more when the bottom tries not to squirt and is embarrassed about squirting. That part isn’t essential at all, but the humiliation and squirming is a lovely frosting on an already wonderful cake.

Humiliation/Top

This takes a little more trust and a little more getting to know you, but hey, you can scratch the surface just about anytime. If someone lets me I can fuck them up pretty well.

Title: Bad Timing
Summary: Draco finds a diversion during summer vacation, but he is caught in a rather compromising position.
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, Draco/Ginny/Pansy, and Draco/Crabbe/Goyle
Rating: NC17 (Very graphic bits of sex)
Warning: Sex between 5th and 6th years! A not very hard to figure out twist ending!
Words: 1540

Bad Timing

It was just after his fifth year at Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy didn’t have very much to be happy about, but a guest had come to liven up his day and he was planning on taking full advantage of it. He didn’t get many visitors and he was going to make sure this visit counted.

A small shadow stood at his door. It was the scaly little house elf his father had gotten as a replacement for Dobby.

“What is it Grool?” He spat at the little creature.

“Y..your guest is ready.. sire.” The house elf was very subservient and bowed several times while speaking.

“Excellent. Send her in and then make sure we are not disturbed.” He said, smoothing his hair and clothes.

The robe he wore was his casual study attire. A robe of the finest black satin, tied simply with a silvery cord around his waist. The cuffs and hem of the robe were lightly engraved with a silver snakes.

A redheaded girl entered the room quickly, closing the door behind her and pausing to rest against it. Draco looked up at her and smiled darkly. He walked quickly to his desk and picked up a large hourglass, turning it over so the powdery white sands started to flow into the empty half.

“Finally. We can begin.” He said, rolling up his sleeves a bit.

The girl looked down. She was very pale skinned and looked a year or two younger then Draco. She wore a green dress of a thin gossamer material. It was slit down the front to the middle of her chest and the material was just transparent enough to show the darker circles of her.

Draco licked his lips as her looked over her body. The girl looked down at the ground, her cheeks bright red in shame.

“What is your name… girl?” Draco whispered, walking closer to her.

The girl looked down more, her red hair falling over her eyes and almost covering the blush that was now spreading to her ears and in a v down her chest.

“Ginny… Ginny.. Weasely.” She stuttered. She seemed to get more nervous by the second and as Draco moved closer to her, she started to shake a bit.

“Your full name.” He ordered, putting his hand on her chin and lifting her face up so that their eyes met.

“G..Ginerva Weasely.” Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke.

“And what are you doing here?” Draco asked with power in his voice.

“I’m… I’m here to serve you, Draco.”

Draco smiled wider.

“And you will do anything I want?” He asked, letting her chin go and taking her hand.

“Yes, master. I’ll.. I’ll be your… slave girl.” She seemed very eager, but a very nervous and unsure of herself.

Draco led her to the bed and then disrobed her quickly, pulling off the thin dress and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Now, I want you to get on the bed and open your legs for me. I’ve always wondered what redheads taste like.”

With that, Draco Malfoy went about putting his slave to good use.

It wasn’t until the last grain of sand fell into the bottom of the hour glass and Draco Malfoy rolled off his plaything. The red headed girl grabed the sheet and covers herself. She slipped off the bed and ran for the door.

Draco looked down at the pillow. A single rogue strand of red hair wiggled on the silver sheet. It curled and shrunk into a dull blackish brown hair.

Draco picked it up and tossed it off the bed, then he threw the pillow off as well.

From the door a mismatched face appears. Reddish hair darkened, face wide and fat. Eyes that glisten with tears.

“You won’t tell… right? You promised you won’t tell, Draco!” The soft silver bells of Ginny’s voice gave way to the rubble of another more masculine tone.

“Trust me, no one in the universe will ever know what happened today… no one. Now go away… I will write to you when you can contact me again.” Draco’s tone was icy and cruel.

The door started to close.

“And next time… Bring your friend. I will send you what you need.” Draco commanded. Then he buried his face in the sheets, just deep enough not to hear the horse whimpers retreating down the hall.

*

A week later two figures stood at the foot of Draco Malfoy’s bed. He smiled wickedly as Ginny slipped off her robe revealing nothing beneath it. Next to her, the raven haired Pansy Parkinson let her robes fall as well revealing a new body for Draco to relish.

The two of them looked marvelous together, with equally pale skin. Ginny’s only lightly dusted with freckles and Pansy’s set off by the darkness of her hair. Both of them had completely shaved the hair between their legs and each sported loose fitting black leather collars around their necks.

Draco sat up in bed. He wore a loose robe and a grin of pure power and elation.

“You two have followed my instructions well. Perfectly, actually. Frankly I’m shocked that you two could pull off such an act, but I suppose if given the right incentives one can do just about anything.”

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged.

“Nevermind, we haven’t got time to waste…” Draco said, wringing his hands “I want to see you two kiss.”

Ginny made the first move and turned to the slightly older girl and put her hand on her cheek, turning Pansy’s face and then brushed her lips with her own.

“Keep going!” Draco said as he pulled off his robe with glee.

Pansy slipped her arm around Ginny and their kiss deepened. Their breasts touched each felt the other’s nipples harden. As their tongues twirled and mingled, Draco slipped off the bed and walked over. He slipped a finger around each one of their collars and pulled them apart.

“I am going to fuck the two of you until you hand walk. You understand me?”

The two girls nodded, half smiling half afraid.

“Now get on the bed and get each other wet… I have a little engorgement spell I’ve been meaning to try.”

They both looked at him oddly.

“Not that I need it! I mean… it is just to… enhance our little game.”

And so the three of them embarked on the most amazing sexual escapade any of them had ever imagined.

After a while, the three of them wrestled on the bed, bodies sweaty and naked. When they finally stopped moving, Draco stood next to the bed, taking Ginny as she lay stretched out on the bed. Pansy kneeled with her knees on either side of Ginny’s head, letting the redhead kiss and lick her sex.

All of them were too consumed with their little orgy no one noticed the last grain of sand falling in the bottom of the hourglass.

Draco continued to slip in and out of the deliciously tight Ginny as he watched with almost disbelief at the voracity and skill with which she licked and ate Pansy’s shaved sex. Pansy was going absolutely mad, pulling at her hair and writhing wildly.

It was just then that Draco felt something. It was something solid blocking his entrance into the wet depths of Ginny Weasley. He pulled out of her just in time to see her pink lips and shaved pubis bloom like a flower into a rock hard penis.

“Damn! The time!.” He cursed and looked up.

Kneeling on the bed was now the chubby, hairy and very naked Crabbe. Under him was the equally naked Goyle. Both of them were covered in sweat and beet red.

“I… I…” Crabbe tried to say something, but failed.

Draco frowned bitterly. He looked down at his throbbing magically enhanced penis and grabbed it, stroking it slowly.

“Oh, what the hell.” He said almost to himself and then lifting Goyle’s legs up, he pushed his cock, still wet from Ginny’s juices, right into Goyle ass.

“Oh!” Goyle gasped. “Oh, thank you Draco!”

Crabbe watched in awe and then smiled as Goyle started his licking over again on his new target, Crabbe’s balls.

It was just then that the door flung open.

“Draco, I just received some news that the Dark…” Narcissa Malfoy said as she walked into the room with the grace and power of a queen. Then she stopped, looking at what was happening on the bed. The three boys looked up at her in pure blood curdling horror.

Narcissa pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.

“Oh, Draco.” She said, shaking her head and sighed hard.

“You’re just like you damned father.”