hnt – waiting

guest post

(i am a lucky boy in that my Owner allows me to play. one of my playmates sent me this and allowed me to share it. i really hope there’s more to…come.)

After a busy morning of meetings and phone calls,Cathy sits at her desk sorting emails,deleting,responding when necessary,when she comes across the picture he sent. Her toy,bound expertly,this shot of his ankles…something about the way the rope is wound and knotted seems so beautiful,but mostly it’s knowing that he’s helpless. Imagining the little sounds he might make as he’s maneuvered and put into position for maximum enjoyment. For Her enjoyment.

Turning in her chair she studies the antique looking table against the wall…a nice plant on it,a picture of her family in a silver frame.A nice sturdy table with a drawer…the drawer that holds some of her favorite tools…toys,you could say…then to the lower part of the table,to it’s legs.Sturdy three inck oak legs,each one with an eyebolt discreetly placed on the inside of it,a few inches from the floor.Walking over to it,she runs her hand across the surface and smiles,smooth grain against her palm,almost carressing the leg, down to the eyebolt,which she gives a good pull,and smiles.

Opening the drawer to study the contents,she picks up one of the silver handcuffs there.Attached to it,a chain,not long,with a sliding latch at it’s end,a perfect fit for the eyebolts on the table legs. Pressing the cuff to her face,she smiles at the coolness of it,and at the thought of snapping it onto his his wrist for the first time.There’s a matching chain leash with the same kind of latching mechanism at the end of it’s three foot length,which she picks up and allows to slither through her fingers,the soft shhhhhh of it nearly making her moan.His collar is as much a turn on for her as is the thought of hearing the ”click” of the leash on it.  Replacing them both,she picks up and studies the small vibrator,about as big around as her thumb,smooth hard plastic with a ridged end,the base of which turns to activate a quiet and surprisingly powerful vibration.Back in the drawer it goes,after one quick pass of the vibe across each nipple,drawing them to a point through the thin fabrics of her blouse and bra.Her fingers trace the curved roundness of the latex butt-plug there,and the extra length of rope there,The nipple clamps and small chains lay there in the dim light,shiny and new.

The leather riding crop with it’s flattened end lays there,the smell of that leather almost as exciting to her as the crop itself. Breathing deeply and smiling,her fingers touch her favorite…the only toy in the drawer he’s seen yet.Her knife with it’s legstrap,the one She likes to wear especially for him,watching the look on his face when he first sees it…somewhere between fear and hunger,the struggle so evident it makes her want to slap his face.And she would,if she didn’t enjoy it so much.She’s noticed lately that it’s the first thing he looks for now when she sees him,and can see the disappointment in his eyes when it’s not part of her putfit.Touching it almost lovingly,she slides the blade from it’s sheath and places the flat of it against her cheek,against her lips,closing her eyes and touching it to her chin.Letting the blade travel down her neck to the top of her blouse,she stands it on point there,pressing it slightly,feeling it dimple her skin and then a light pop!,more felt than heard, as it just breaks the skin,her gasp making evident the pain/pleasure of it in the small office.Snapping her eyes open she pulls the blade away and studies the tip,a red tinge just barely noticeable there.Making a mental note to bring some alcohol wipes in from the supply cart,she sighs and kisses her blade,sliding it sweetly back into it’s sheath,and straps it to her thigh,the tip of it barely showing just under the edge of her skirt.He will see it there,but most people wont. She closes the drawer,with a flashing thought of someone,ANY one being able to walk in and open that drawer and see her most intimate desires laid bare.But it’s really only for him.

She returns to her desk,sitting down and reaching for her the phone,dialing…Her eyes never leave the picture on the screen,his helplessness again giving her power…In her sweetest voice…”Yes,hello,this is Cathy in 212.My computer seems to have crashed,and I HAVE to have it back up in a hurry! Could you please send someone?….that would be perfect,yes,after lunch is fine.Thank you”. Smiling as she replaces the phone,she picks up her purse and jacket and heads out to lunch.The legstrap on her thigh seems to make her walk a little taller,a little prouder.The thought of it there is exciting to her and lunch will be just a way to pass the time…until he knocks on her door.

revisionist

i grabbed hold of her short blonde hair and yanked back hard. i expected a yelp but received something nicer, a small soft sigh. her eyes closed slowly and her mouth dropped open almost instinctively. i brought my lips to her ear.

“someday, sis…someday we will be in the exact position. the only difference is that you will push your sweet little finger down your belly…into your jeans…into your panties…and into your pretty little cunt. then you’l draw it slowly back up, leaving a trail of juice on your skin, bring your slick finger to my lips and feed me. i will lick and suck every drop of you. every delicious atom. and i will keep the taste of you in my mouth for the rest of the day, savoring the treat He allowed my for as long as possible. one day, that’s gonna happen, sis.”

of course, i couldn’t say that. i was not allowed to tease. i was allowed to yank her hair. but that’s what i was thinking.

edge

“you can’t cum, can you?”

she shook her head.

“i know.” i brushed her cunt through her skirt. “that sucks,” i said brightly. “how many times have you edged today?”

“twice”

“so that’s twice so you’ve had to take yourself just to the point of a huge, soul shaking orgasm….and stop”

“i sorta hate you right now.”

my fingers pushed her skirt against her moist, warm cunt feeling it twitching on my fingers. i pushed her feet aside with my foot and cupped it firmly.

“do you?” her cunt dripped slow onto her skirt as i teased it with my index finger causing her to inhale sharply.

“uh huh,” she croaked.

“Hm.” I frowned slightly. “because i’m allowed, you know, dear. for the moment, this cunt belongs to me. and,” i pushed finger into her mouth, “this mouth belongs to me. and your Owner allowed me to just about anything i want with you. close.”

she closed her soft lips around my finger and i slowly began finger fucking her mouth.

“don’t you move, girl. not a muscle. don’t make me tell him that you’re not good. because i know that you are. i know that you can be a good girl, can’t you.” she murmured greedily as my finger slid so easily through her lips. “but you don’t want my finger, do you. i think you want something else. hm? tell me what you want.” i slid my finger from her mouth

“want…your cock”

“in your mouth?”

“yessssss”

“not in your pussy?”

“n-n-nooooooo.”

“take of your skirt, girl”. she slipped it off shakily. i nudged her legs apart, my eyes riveted on her pretty bare pussy. my hand moved slowly between her legs, listening to her mews and yips as my fingers just barely touched her. “you don’t want my cock in your pussy?” my finger parted her lips. “right..there? you don’t want me to fuck you? i think your Owner does.”

“p-please. nooooo….”

“why, baby?”

“i…need to cum. can’t cum. please. don’t. don’t tease. please.”

“awwww,” i cooed with fake sincerity, ” i’m sorry, baby. i’ll tell you what. i’m thinking of a number from one to ten. if the number you think of is higher, i won’t push my finger into your needy little cunt. ok?” she nodded, biting her lower lip. “what’s your number?”

“3″

“very good! i was thinking of 1. now, let’s try it again. i’m thinking of a number from one to ten. if the number you tell me is lower i’m pushing two fingers into your cunt. ready?” she nodded again and opened her mouth to speak. i flicked her clit hard and she cried out. “you need to wait until i ask you, girl. don’t be rude. yes?”

she nodded. i let pain spread slowly from her clit upwards waiting at least a minute before asking her, watching her eyes darting, dying to answer, dying to ask if i’d forgotten.

“your number?”

“ten,” she whispered.

i shoved two fingers easily inside her and saw her head snap back.

“no. eleven. i cheated.” her cunt clutched hard at my fingers as i buried them deep. “now. put your finger on your clit. don’t rub. just leave it there.” hand shaking, she groaned as her finger found it. i pushed my other finger in her mouth. “i want your lips on my finger at all times, do you understand? do NOT open your fucking mouth for anything.” she nodded pitifully. “rub your clit slowly. very slowly”

as if she were arthritic, her finger shook as she made slow circles around her aching clit. i left my fingers pruning inside her, feeling every spasm she caused herself, feeling her lips buzzing on my finger as she moaned quietly.

“that’s a good girl,” i whispered, “very good girl. i want to say nice things about you. and you want me to say nice things about you, don’t you?”

she nodded slowly.

“let’s try it like this.” i slid my index finger from her mouth, replacing it with my ring finger. “good girl. do you wanna cum?”

she moaned her assent.

“you can’t. you’re not allowed,” i smile. “are you allowed to take your lips off my finger?”

she shook her head.

“for any reason?”

she shook her head again.

“that’s right. even…” i brought my thumb and forefinger to either side of her nose, slowly closing off her air passage. her eyes snapped open, jerking hard. i could feel her lips starting to leave my finger.

“ssssssshhhh,” i comforted, “calm down, baby. don’t let go of my finger. keep rubbing. if you need to air, blink three times” she immediately blinked three times. “don’t fuck around, dear,” i laughed, save it for when you need it. rub faster.”

her finger increased speed on her hard clit. i watched her stomach convulsing and felt a hard spasm on my fingers. she blinked three times and i allowed her a little air which she greedily took in before i closed it off again. her eyes began to water.

“fuck, look at you. so pretty. so needy. do you know hard you’re making my cock, girl? do you know? such good girl. i hope He knows what He has with you. rub it faster, baby….yessss…that’s good. faster….uh huh…wanna cum…getting close? i know you cuz you’re about to snap my fingers off…right to the edge, girl. right…to…the…fucking…edge.”

her finger flew over her clit shaking so hard. all at once, i pushed the finger away and pulled my fingers from her mouth, nose and cunt leaving her standing with her eyes in a state of shock, desperately trying to keep her balance. she just stood and shook, barely able to make sense of her surroundings.

gently and carefully i scooped her up and coddled her on the bed, stroking her hair and face whispering, “such a good girl, baby. such a good girl.”

hello again

let’s get the history out of the way.

i’m no longer G’s. that’s done with. when it was good, it was very, very  good and when it was bad it was awful. long story short – i need too much. i love Her. She will always be important to me. sometimes mom and dad just can’t make it work.

D was a headcase and really fucked me up. a word of advice: no matter how nice they are, it’s always going to be a crap shoot with a bi-polar Domme. we met once and it’s worth writing about but not at the moment. in the end, she jerked me around, played me masterfully and, among other things, threatened to send chat logs to my wife.  yeah. crazy.

C was another headcase. narcissism doesn’t begin to describe it. and not in a good way. she also seemed to have a drinking problem. learning that in retrospect, our fights make much more sense but there’s still nothing i could do about it. we kissed and made up as friends and, since i had no one, i didn’t really mind that she monopolized my time. i still had feeling for her. but, once i got collared (not to bury the lead) she went whacko and said i would never see her anymore. in the end, since she refused to believe me, i finally gave her what she expected.  i’d learned about that from D.

this is out of chronological order, i realize but, s – i’m really sorry. with all the shit that was going on, i couldn’t deal. so i shut down. if it’s any consolation, and i’m sure it’s not, i shut down on a lot of people. you asked me not to write you and i haven’t. but i think about you and i’m so very sorry.

which brings me up to the present, i think.

yes, i’m collared. it happened recently on 1.29.11. i am going to be the best boy i can be for Her. and not just for Her, but for my family. we are four – Sir, Miss, sis and me. it’s a lovely arraignment. and i’m looking forward to a long, happy familyhood.

Briefly:

Miss owns my collar. She is wonderful and kind to me. i’m certain we will have squabbles but i’m going to try not to instigate them.

Sir, as is proper, also owns my collar. He has already used this boy and it’s something i’ll get used to.

sis is the one that brought this all together. i adore her. she’s also 30mins away and we have coffee on a semi-regular basis.

that’s the bare bones. i’ll try to not lame out.

v