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I'd like to get out more, but I get tied up a lot at weekends……….
Blue and her Horse
Lolz
Close…..
I have actually ridden him completely naked with no saddle. I can tell you it was a fantastic experience, but I can't express how wonderful it felt… There aren't many places around LA where you can get away with it!I will, but tomorrow morning…
Next wll be in Europe, it's bedtime in the US!
Hentai Boy..A real Sweetie!
A talented designer and artist, an avid game player and a balanced moderator, always with the best interests of the site in mind. A real friend.Yet she has another side, a dark submissive side that demands domination and drains the energy of his friend and Master.
YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'VE BEEN TANGOED
You certainly do….. ask HB
So funny!
I told HIM I like Colonel Angus and HE said he'd make sure I got my Colonel Angus tonite, but only if he could come over with Coxa King at the same time!
Momma takes the spoon off my nipples and takes a step back thoughtfully tapping the spoon against her palm, then she stiffens and looks me dead in the eye. “Grab Them!” she barks.
I am unsure, but I cup a breast in each hand taking my nipples between my thumb & forefinger and wait hesitantly.
“Pull them!” orders my mature dungeon keeper and I stretch my sensitive baby's-thumb-like nipples out and away from my full freckled breasts. it starts to hurt..
“Harder” she shouts at me “If I have to do it myself!” The threat hangs unfinished as Momma comes and stands in front of me, her legs apart at shoulder-width, her shoulders back and the spoon held behind her back like an officer's baton.
“Does it hurt?” she asks sharply. I nod, biting my lip to distract myself from the pain. “Then why do you do it?” The question is rhetorical, she knows the answer, but expects it to be vocalized
“Because you told me to Ma'am.” I answer in my best submissive-following-orders voice.
“Good girl. Let them go Sweetheart.” Her voice softens as I release the swollen buds, but she locks eyes with me and then bending down she licks my throbbing nipples, first the left then the right, softly and slowly… the sensation is both exquisite and intolerable, I moan in rapture and then release my tightly-held breath in a loud sigh.
“Better?” comes the question…”Yes Momm..” I start and then stammer into “.. Ma'am!” Her eyebrows rise and I know I have made a simple stupid error that should mean punishment, but she ignores it.
“Go! Bend over the horse!” I don't run, but I feel like skipping.. mustn't let it show….
I drape myself over the top, head hanging down as far as I can and my ass stuck up in the air, an inviting target. Momma cuffs my wrists and ankles with the leather straps and clips the cuffs to the rings on the horse, spreading my legs wide apart so that my ginger-curl-covered pussy is thrust back by the lip on the top of the horse and it's damp state will be clearly visible.
She comes round to my front and pulling my head up by my long copper braid pushes the wooden spoon into my mouth, I bite down on it, presuming it is what she wants. “Hold that” she says. and lets go my hair, my head falling down almost to the floor, I can tap the end of the spoon on the floor.
I can't see what she is doing, but I hear her walk back to the cabinet and lift something down, then I hear the snap of a doubled leather belt being tested and I feel a light slap on my bottom.
“You hold my spoon, girl!” comes an authoritative command and I hear a CRACK and feel a burn on my ass.
So it begins………..Oh Sweetie,
youI mean she
looks so pretty!
We arrive at the last door and I read out the name aloud “Andrea!”
“Come on in” Momma jerks her shoulder and flicks the light switch
The bulb is blue, casting the room in a dim hue, but all can be seen. There are shackles on the wall, a single brass bed in the corner, a wonderful tall wardrobe closet and in the middle of the floor, a solid, sturdy spanking horse.“So you had a room all this time?” I say in a hoarse whisper of disbelief.
Momma walks across to stand so close to me that we could have kissed, but kissing isn't what she has in mind today..
“Brandy gave me a key last year. I thanked her and told her I didn’t have a sub. Tangoracer was even supposed to give me a tour” Momma walks away and starts inspecting the horse, fingering the rings that take the irist & ankle straps. She looks up and stares into my eyes.
“Things change.”
I feel butterflies in my stomach and my throat has gone dry but I don't move, returning her, what I hope is lustful, gaze.“Take those pants off.” she orders and opens the cabinet where all the spanking implements hang in long neat rows to find whips, paddles, restraints and other toys. As I pull my feet out of my tight jeans, I look up and see Momma holding a wooden spoon. She walks slowly around me, looking me up & down and trails the spoon across my butt.. I so want to bend over and wiggle it at her, but now my choices are to be made for me.
“Take those out!” she gestures to my breasts and I reach around to unzip the corset, but she raps the spoon on the top of my tits “I didn't say take that off, I said pull those out!”
I blush and crossing my arms, pull my breasts up and out of the corset..
They rest on top of the stiff material, my now erect pink nipples poking out like baby's fingers.
Momma lifts each one with the spoon as if weighing them then, turning the spoon over so the hollow is facing me, gently slaps the front of each, squashing my nipples as she does.. I moan a little and wonder what she has in store for me.
So, standing in the bar after being suitably admonished by Joe, I feel sheepish and I'm looking for some way to redeem my self, but I feel someone close by.. I turn & Momma_Andrea is standing by my side, wearing a corset like mine with a short black leather skirt that makes her gorgeous ass all the more noticable.. she throws down a shot & then picks up a beer glass and starts gulping it down, I feel her aura, something, something……. She looks to be in a mood.. or in The Mood.. the mood for something.. God knows I have waited for this chance for so long and she is glowing heat next to me.
“Hey, you want to see something?” I say just above the loud noise level of the bar? She shrugs, so I lead her by the arm that isn't holding the beer through to the pool room. I walk over to the cue rack and turn the little handle…
“I knew about that, I work here.” she waves a bored hand……..
“But have you been inside?” I smile at her, so hoping she'll play…
To my surprise, Momma walks over and pushes past me into the passageway, now it was her turn to smirk…. “Coming?” she jerked her head towards the secret passage. I look at her with a puzzled expression, but follow willingly. When we arrive at the other end, after pushing through the heavy door, it slams behind us with a loud bang, making us both jump and giggle like schoolgirls.
The Momma takes my hand and it's her leading me! We walk along past the various dungeon doors.. I notice the light is still on in the guest dungeon and I hope Jame & Sexi remember to give me my key back. Then we come to the last door and as Momma stops in front of it, I read the name out loud. “Andrea”
Momma grins widely as she takes out a key and unlocks it.
“Come on in” she shrugs and flicks on the light switch. The bulb is blue (very appropriate, I think to myself) , casting the room in a dim hue, but all can be seen. There are shackles on the wall, a single brass bed in the corner, a wonderful tall wardrobe closet and in the middle of the floor, a solid, sturdy spanking horse.
“So you had a room all this time?” I ask in a disbelieving voice?This story is now continued in “The Ice House” thread.
Sadly yes…….
But had it not been for Achat and the wonderful people on it, I would never have got my rl fiance, so keep at it people!The next poster has also felt an earthquake.
Los Angeles!
BLUE!!
Momma?
It's only 1 pixel Roxxy……………….
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