Christina

Christina is a thirty two year old partnered woman who is looking for something more sexually exciting in her life. She asked me to write this story involving her, where she would like to be the submissive, letting a man take her. She also specified that toys, restraints and anal sex needed to be included. Christina needs to have her fantasies and desires realized. They are things which she doesn’t feel comfortable discussing with her partner, so she has looked elsewhere. This is the arranged sexual meeting of Christina and Stephen, where they decide on a night of ultimate pleasure seeking.

‘Thank-you and goodnight…lovely to share those thoughts with you,’ were the last words of the text message that Christina sent to Stephen. She was curious about what would eventuate from their ‘i messaging.’ He had asked her to come up with a couple of words, one as a warning that things were getting close to the bone and the second as the agreed ‘safe-word’.

“I don’t know”

“OK then, ‘Salt’ as the warning and ‘Pepper’ as the safe word, OK?”

“OK”

Their chat had covered all sorts of sexual topics and he was in a good position to know what she liked and what she might be prepared to try with him. She wanted to be dominated, restrained and taken advantage of. He on the other was very caring and not the dominant type, but wanted to explore to what extremes being in control would do to him and how much he would enjoy such a scenario.

He always maintained the philosophy of being somewhat hedonistic and that pleasure for pleasure’s sake was acceptable and encouraged between consenting adults. After all, they had decided together that they would play this out.

The time was coming near, and as he had planned, unbeknown to Christina, he had set up the motel room with everything he thought they could possibly use and explore on this special night of abandon.

He had spent hundreds of dollars in a nearby sex shop acquiring a variety of toys: nipple and clit clamps, cuffs, anal beads, rabbit vibrator, butt plugs of various sizes and cock ring. He had also brought with him the best lube you could get, not your fancy Astroglyde or various flavored types from the sex shop or chemist, but the simple supermarket brand. It was long lasting, stainless, water based and incredibly sensual to the touch. He had also packed some silk ties, blindfold and food and drinks to keep them satisfied and hydrated. There was also a bit of weed and enough coke for a few lines.

‘This was to be a night to remember,’ he thought to himself.

Christina, on the other hand, knew that she was going to have her fantasy fulfilled, and spent time in preparing herself in the late afternoon before she was to get the car he had ordered to bring her to the motel room. He had left her instructions, to which she readily accepted and undertook, to give herself an enema and douche, trim her already trimmed pussy, shave around her labia and ass, be clean, perfumed and made up.

She was a larger than your average size 10, but exuded confidence, sassiness and sexuality. She knew what she wanted and tonight was going to be her night. It was going to be a night of exploration, of what she could take for pleasure, what she could take for pain. It would be a world of sensuality and would become a blur of giving and taking and ultimately finding that point of ultimate pleasure where nothing else mattered other than its realization.

They were both primed by the earlier suggestiveness and excited by the possibilities.

Stephen watched through the pulled back curtained windows as the car arrived and Christina alighted from the back seat. First he spotted the stilettos and legs stretching out to find the ground, a flash of thigh as she straightened the other leg, then bending and moving voluptuously he noticed her deep cleavage before she stood upright and steadied her gait. Christina was a pure picture of lust. Yes, green was her favorite color, and he knew it matched the color of her eyes, but this green siren was a sight to behold. She was tall and her height was aided by her heels. She had certainly done herself proud, and for those who would see her other than Stephen, who was watching intently, she would be the ultimate confident woman: the horny, haughty temptress. But tonight it was she who was going to succumb, it was she who was going to be submissive, it was she who was allowing herself to be taken.

Stephen watched her take the first couple of steps, gaining both balance and confidence on her high, dark grey stilettos and he held his breath as he took in the exterior beauty of this woman. Yes, she was tall, just on six feet; long legs, broad shoulders, wide hips and with bouncy shoulder length brown hair she took her first not so confident stride towards the room that she had been told to go to. Stephen watched her and took in that immediate moment the lengths she had gone to in her preparation for this night.

From that brief distance, he wasn’t sure if her dress ensemble was leather or leather look-a-like but it didn’t matter, she was stunning. It was tight; almost pencil line, sitting below the knee with more than a thigh high split which exposed the flesh on her hip when she strode forward. There was no indication of any panty line or underwear, just bare flesh. He remembered her saying ‘I like to be comfortable,’ as she had also said that some lingerie designs (and he guessed thong or G string) did not sit comfortably with her. Her body was encased in this sensual material as he glanced down at her lower legs. They were sheathed in a fine cross mesh stocking, and as he had noticed before, there being no panty line observable, assumed correctly they were thigh high pull ups. He did like those, especially for the freedom of the inner thigh’s flesh which lay above the elasticized lacey top. As Stephen’s eyes moved upwards from her legs, he took in the tightly drawn bodice feature of the color matching top. It did not go unobserved that her breasts were drawn upwards and together, and whilst just the faintest glimpse of her areole was visible, her cleavage was wonderfully inviting. He longed to spend time with those beautiful breasts, and as he knew from their previous conversation, her extremely sensitive nipples. Just her presence, not even at the motel door as yet, had made him incredibly horny.

‘Don’t you want somebody to love?

‘Don’t you need somebody to love?’

Were the words of Jefferson Airplane’s 60’s anthem filling the room with a subtle level of ambient sound. He had planned this, as on the same album, one of her favorite tracks was also listed: ‘White Rabbit.’ The music was reminiscent of freedom days, past gone! It was also symbolic of the journey that both Stephen and Christina were about to embark upon.

As instructed, Christina was just to enter the room: that’s all. Crossing the threshold of the door was also crossing the line between control and acquiescence. She had now acquiesced as she focused on the lyrics asking the question of her.

‘Yes, I do, but first I shall learn to love myself as I challenge my levels of acceptance,’ she thought. It didn’t take long, no more than a second as Stephen placed the blindfold over her eyes and brought the elastic strap down above her ears.

“Do not say a fucking word,” he growled in her ear as he lightly bit her lobe. Christina was not expecting this and was startled at the speed of the action and the implied vehemence in his voice.

He turned her around at the same time as he closed the door with his foot. He pinned her arm behind her back and pushed her up against the nearby wall. He could see her chest heaving, hear the raspy breath and there was an uncertainty in her posture now. It had all become so suddenly real.

Stephen took the Japanese chef’s knife, as he had planned, and brought the tip to her skin underneath her chin. He prodded slightly and Christina felt the point beside her Adam’s apple. She gasped now, and in her mind’s eye followed its path down to the top of her bodice. It easily sliced through the leather lacing, as Stephen cut every thong that held it together and it slowly parted. He used the tip of the knife to push the material aside and below her breasts, exposing her entirely. Tracing with the back of the knife under her right breast, he lifted the globe upwards as far as he could, noticing the goose-bumps around Christina’s areole, and the involuntary swelling of her nipple. Placing his hand on her breast, holding it at that angle, he moved the knife to her other one and repeated the action. He leant forward and bit her left nipple, not softly but enough to illicit some pain and a startled moan from her. Moving back he now saw both nipples engorged and hard and took the knife point and traced around each one in turn, circling to the left and then to the right. After a minute of this, the knife pricked the tip of each nipple.

“No blood darling, just a little prick!” Christina remained silent as she had been ordered to do. She felt her own excitement growing despite the position she was in. The warmth between her legs was now obvious as well was the tell tale sign of her creeping moistness. He was yet to discover this, but he could sense a change.

There was a bit of a struggle getting the bodice off Christina as he released her arms from behind her back so they could slip through the remains of the shoulder pads. Obediently, she then placed her hands behind her back again as Stephen pushed her forward towards the middle of the room and led her to the couch.

“Sit” he commanded. She did so and he could see her naked thigh and hip through the split in the dress. Christina leant back a little, resting her spine against the padded cushion.

“Feet flat on the ground, knees apart,” he commanded and she complied. He heard the crimpling of the leather as it stretched against her parting knees. He knelt at her feet, and carefully placing the knife on her ankles so as not to tear her stocking, he sliced through the stiletto’s ankle-strap on first one then the other foot. Christina involuntarily parted her legs a bit as he did this and pushed herself back into the seat. He pushed the shoes aside.

“Get up.” She stood and he then placed the knife in the split of Christina’s dress and with an upward motion sliced through the material that was holding it together. He then used the blade to trace around her stomach, slowly pushing outwards and un-wrapping her as if she was a parcel. Soon the garment lay at her feet, crumpled, and Stephen stood back a little to take in this marvelous vision of womanhood. Tall, without her shoes, large breasted, with surrounding areole a darkish brown in the middle of which were erect dark pink nipples. Christina’s body flared to her wide hips and thick thighs, between which her carefully trimmed pussy was visible. From its singular straight line to a very thin long triangular shape moving upwards, it was beautiful and well taken care of, just slightly wider than a ‘landing strip’. He could see the glistening of moisture along her labia and knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be enjoying her intoxicating aroma and taste.

He delicately placed the handle of the knife on her inner thigh above the stocking top and applied pressure, pushing her thighs further apart. In a circular ‘S’ motion he crept towards her pussy, stopping just short of her lips. He repeated the motion on her other thigh getting very close to her core, but stopping. Repeating the motion a couple of times, Stephen then pushed hard against her thigh and the knife handle edged upwards and back slightly. This time he rubbed it along her folds, pushing her lips tightly against her own flesh, rubbing it backwards and forwards. A moan escaped her lips as Christina was entering that state of abandonment just waiting for a touch of her clit and a parting of her inner lips so that there may be some penetration.

Stephen turned her around and placing his hand on the small of her back, bent her forwards so that her stomach was resting against the arm of the couch. He placed his foot between hers and kicked each ankle outwards, spreading her legs and bent over as she was, fully exposing her asshole and pussy for him.

He rubbed the knife handle backwards and forwards, parting her and watching the moistness gather and coat the handle. It was slick as was she. He pushed it upward against her clit and used it like he would use his finger or tongue, around and around the inner edge and occasionally just a flick across the top of the nub. Then moving back down, her lips were fully parted and it easily rested against her opening. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled back, this had the effect of bringing her lower body forwards and moving away from the knife. Pulling harder again and this time downwards, her back moved back towards the handle and it was now very close to her. Another pull and she realized what she was to do. She knew it was close.

“Take the handle, suck it into you.” He said as he guided her pussy via her hair, and Christina angled backwards and felt the knife against her.

“Take it, take it now,” as he allowed her to wriggle a little bit and find the right position whereby the handle would slowly be inserted into her wetness. Christina felt it enter her, Stephen stayed motionless and watched as she backed up and on to it taking its length deeper into her. She seemed to unfold herself onto it and pushed and pulled slightly adjusting her position so that the handle became nestled and its edge was pressed against her G spot. He had to be careful not to cut his hand on the blade, as it too was on the handle and hard up against her opening. He wriggled it a bit, then applied downwards pressure as it forced itself on the spongy mound which would bring her more pleasure. Stephen knew that she was close to coming even as she tried to hold back and increase the pleasure for a bit longer.

He removed the knife completely, and in an unexpected move to Christina, he simply rubbed up against her ass and she could feel his erection through the material of his trousers along her crack, nestled between and reaching the small of her back. He drew backwards and downwards and she then felt it pressuring her anal opening: her ass. He was so hard and she was there and available. He glanced sideways at the coffee table and saw the assorted purchases from the sex shop, ready for his selection.

Leaning over he grabbed the lube, flicked the top and applied some to the fingers of his right hand. He gently rubbed it around her ring, applying more and more pressure against the inner folded skin, until it began to give way and he slowly pushed a lubricated finger in. Feeling Christina tense up a little, then relax, he went deeper, withdrew almost back out to the edge then in again, this time a little further and Stephen felt her sphincter muscle relax as his finger penetrated past that tight ring of muscle. He slowly played her inner muscle and the tight membrane, into the last knuckle. She was opening and accepting.

Leaning over, he took the anal beads from the coffee table in his left hand. Removing his finger from Christina’s ass, he needed two hands to move to the next stage. She moaned as the finger withdrew and felt a little abandoned as her muscle slowly contracted.

“Ssssshhh, Christina,” he said, “I will return to you very, very soon. Don’t move an inch!”

Holding the beads in one hand he applied lube to them with the other. It was a simulated masturbatory action as he held and stroked the beads from the smallest one at the tip to the largest one at the bottom before it was joined to the circular finger hold. Backwards and forwards he rubbed and then applied more lube to her ass.

“Number 1,” he stated, “the anal beads you referred to in our last text message. I’m going to slowly insert the whole length into your ass. You wanted it, now you’re having it.”

And with that he applied the flexible tip of the first bead and slowly pushed. There was no resistance at all and it slipped in easily as did the next three beads. Christina had taken about 6″ of its length into her, 6″ of length and 4 beads of increasing diameter and size. The fifth bead now was paused and there was a little muscular resistance at the opening. He place his thumb and finger on the bead, rotated it slightly and it too popped in and like the others, parted her muscle and slowly moved up and in. Stephen looked down, three more to go. ‘Would she take it?’ he thought to himself. ‘Yes easily,’ he answered his own question and repeated the process with beads 6 & 7. She did struggle to take in the seventh though. ‘Good,’ he thought, ‘she is going to earn this.’

“Your ass is mine now,” and with that statement of fact he placed the last large bead against Christina and rubbed and moved it up and down, around and around relaxing her already dilated muscle to spread even wider and take this last one. There was an audible ‘pop’ as it got through the first stage of resistance and he watched her muscle adjust to the girth and then saw it completely disappear as it too was sucked up and in. Christina grunted, and felt that she was not only impaled, but somewhat invaded to her depths. The full length was now inserted in her ass, her rectum and the tip had reached her bowel. She was full and it gave her a strange sense of enjoyment and of being possessed.

Keeping his finger through the ring pull, he gradually twisted the toy, a half circle one way and then a half circle the other way, stretching and widening her acceptance. Slowly he twisted it full circle. Christina could not really do anything despite her clenching, she just took it. Soon she was moaning rather than groaning and the sense of pleasure replaced the sense of invasion.

It was so sudden: ‘thwack’ and the noise of his hand smacking her ass cheek reverberated around the room. Christina cried out, more from surprise than hurt. It was stinging, as her flesh took on the shape of his palm as the blood returned to the surface of her cheek. ‘Thwack,’ another one then another. Soon in quick succession she was being spanked and with each one she moved forward away from the source but it had the effect of applying pressure on the beads in her ass, particularly the last one which was now tight against her muscle and almost coming out.

Stephen, applied more pressure on his finger and pushed it in again. Her ass was now very red and the finger impressions stood out defining the shape of his hand. He could hear her sobbing and certainly didn’t want to hurt her any more than what she wanted. He knew also that they had agreed on the warning and safe word, so was confident everything was OK.

He placed his hand and wiped it along her soaking wet pussy. She had come, and she had come in such a way that neither he nor she had experienced before. She was so wet, slick and creamy. He rubbed her lips, teased her opening and smeared her own lubrication along the very top of her inner thighs. It was as if she may have pissed herself in pleasure. He didn’t mind one bit as long as the stimulation and ultimate pleasure was there. They were comfortable and trusting with each other and this was one of the boundaries that they were pushing.

Twisting his wrist against her lips he took hold of her clit with thumb and forefinger, pulled back on the anal beads and as the first bead retracted from her hole he squeezed her clit, hard. Stephen released it, then slowly drew back on the beads again. The second bead came out at the same time as he squeezed her clit again. Christina began moaning and groaning, moving her hips in a circular motion wanting quicker release of the beads and quicker stimulation of her clit. She was into this now and knew what the pattern of procedure was going to be. Pull, sphincter opening then relaxing, clit squeezed. She was on the verge of a huge orgasm, the tingling and intense feeling she felt in her throat, down to her breasts and nipples, her stomach and thighs. All were in tune with each other. Her whole body felt as if it would explode and she would lose muscle control. Stephen was now the conductor of this symphony of pleasure.