A Lession In Obedience by Samantha Carman

July 6, 2009 at 6:24 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Master came home and found me on-line chatting with another man. I quickly got on hands and knees before him begging for forgiveness. “Im sorry Master, I won’t do it again”

He grabbed me by my hair and stood me up making me look him in the eyes. “It’s time I teach you a lession in obedience, you little slut” Strip and stand there like a good girl.” I did as I was told while Master left.

A moment later he returned with his hands full. He pulled my arms behind my back and tied them with a black silk scarf, then he placed a collar around my neck. To the collar he attached a leash, I was now his pet. Naked and leashed he led me out to the car and placed me in the seat. I was scared. I had no idea what he would do next. He had never been this angry before.

I could feel the vinyl seats getting slick from my cunt, I knew what ever was going to happen I would get off. Master always got me off.

Half and hour later we parked just outside the woods. Taking me by the leash, master pulled me out of the car and towards the woods. The moon was full  and the trees empty of leaves so it was not so dark. The Autumn air was cold and made me shiver. We walked deep into the woods before Master stopped me.

My feet were brused from the rocks and limbs I walked over. Master pulled me towards the trunk of a tree where he untied my hands.

“Lift your hands above your head and place them on the tree, dirty little slut” I did as I was told and he tied them back together around the tree trunk. With his feet he spread my legs, my pussy getting wetter with anticipation. THWAK! The riding crop he used stung my ass and I screamed. “You will take your punishment in silence or I will make it worse. Do you understand my little whore?” I nodded my head as the next blow came. The pain blossomed across my ass. I held back my cry, I would not let him break me. A few more times the crop hit my ass. I wanted to cry, I wanted to screm but I wouldnt do it. I held it back. I was so wet I wanted him to fill me, I wanted all of him deep in my cunt.

Master bent down and kissed my welt streaked ass, gently. “You took your punishment very well, Love. Now I will give you what you want.” Master unzipped his pants. I could feel his rock hard cock across my ass, wet with precum. The head teased my opening making my head spin. “Please fuck my cunt, Master. Fuck this dirty little cunts pussy. I have learned my lession and I will never do it again, please”

A moan escaped her lips as her Master thrust hard and deep. Her face and breasts were scrached by the rough tree bark adding to her excitement. “Fuck me harder, Master. Hard” He plunged into her as hard as he could plowing her into the rough tree. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. With a cry her muscles seized his cock inside of her, milking him as she rode a wave of pleasure.

When she was done Master untied her and turned her around, placing a hard kiss on her lips. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down on her knees. With his big hands he expertly stoked his cock. She waited, patiently, Inside she was screaming for him to cum. She wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it. Finally her wish was granted as his hot seed covered her face. She came again. Master always gave her what she wanted. Once he was spent he dressed and led her back to the car. Naked, wet, and satisfied…to be continued

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Scarlet-Erotic short story (18+ Audults Only)

June 16, 2009 at 8:16 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

 

Scarlet

 

Samantha Carman

 

                                                                                                                                                    

The last thing Scarlet remembered was drinking a thick honey colored liquid from a silver goblet. She woke with stiff limbs, a killer headache, and chains around her ankles and wrists “What the fuck is going on?” She yelled. Somehow I always manage to get myself into these situations. “Damn Fairies, you can never trust them”. She looked around the prison she was now stuck in. It looked like some kind of cave, dark and cold. There was a torch lit somewhere beyond her cell. “How nice of them, the bastards” she muttered under her breath. She paced around her cell trying to find a way out. Footsteps came from down the hall getting louder and closer. Startled, Scarlet put on her best helpless face and waited for her captors to come. Two hooded men appeared and unlocked the doors that kept her prisoner. “Who are you?” she demanded. There was no response. “Maybe you didn’t hear me, I said who the fuck are you.” Still no answer, they silently led her from the cell and down a long dimly lit corridor. They quickly stopped in front of a huge wooden door covered in ancient markings. The shorter man moved forward and opened the door; the other man shoved her through knocking her to the floor. Being bound by her chains she was unable to stand herself up, she looked around. She now lay sprawling on a cool marble floor flanked by two large pillars. Down a few steps the marble continued and surrounded a small pool, the night sky stretched out above her. The air was warm on her skin and filled with the scent of night blooming flowers. A movement in the distance caught her eye and she turned. Her breath caught in her lungs, she couldn’t believe what she saw. There he was in all his glory, the man who had haunted her dreams for weeks and left her starving for his touch. She hoped he was as amazing in person as he was in her dreams. How many times had she woken in the night blushing and feeling ashamed about the dream she just had. He was dangerous but oh so hot. He stood in front of her, moonlight shimmering off his beautiful skin. His hair was long and black, and his eyes were midnight blue. His well muscled chest was bare and his broad shoulders and strong arms glistened in the light. He wore black pants that hugged his body well, showing her everything she was aching to see.  He noticed her staring and smiled. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. She was not about to answer his question she had too many of her own. “Who are you and why am I here chained up like a prisoner? I’ve committed no crime.”  He came to her and helped her to her feet. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, moisture pooled between her thighs. She almost begged him to touch her again but thought better of it; she still hadn’t gotten any answers. He finally spoke “My name is Damien; I’ve been waiting for you. The chains are for my pleasure.” A wicked smile ran across his face. Instead of being afraid like any normal woman would be Scarlet felt like she would explode with need. She wanted to beg him to take her now, oh how she wanted to touch his amazing body. Her hands began to tremble; it was so hard to be so close to him and unable to touch him. “You haven’t explained why I’m here” she spoke through shallow breaths. He looked her over approvingly. “I stop at nothing to get what I want and you dear, I want.” Scarlet was taken back unsure what to think. Before she could say anything he ordered the other men to take her away. The men took her by her chained arms and headed towards the door. “I shall see you again soon, love” Damien said before she was completely out of the room.

She was led down the same corridor as before but she was not taken to the cell. Scarlet was led to another room, where she was left by the guards with two beautiful women and ushered towards a large tub. The bath had already been made. The two women undressed her and helped her into the tub. Her chains were never removed. While the women were bathing her she asked them many questions but got no answers. “Is there anyone around here that can speak to me?” she asked aloud knowing she would get no response. Scarlet was finally removed from the tub. The women took their time brushing her hair and plaiting it into intricate braids. She was rubbed down with some kind of sweet smelling oil and dressed into a gown of red satin. The neck of the gown plunged towards her navel leaving most of her breasts exposed. The material was so light and soft her nipples hardened as it brushed against them. The bottom of the dress skimmed the floor and a slit trailed up her thigh stopping just inches from exposing her most intimate part. Once she was dressed she was taken to a large bedroom and placed on a massive bed. Fear was engulfing her as her wrists were chained to the head board and her ankles to the base board. “What the fuck are you doing?” she protested. “You can’t just leave me here chained to this bed. Let me go now!” she pleaded but to no avail. Once they were sure she wasn’t going to get away the women left the room. “Bitches” she yelled after them. Before Scarlet could figure out what to do next a door opened and Damien entered the room. Scarlet was pissed she was chained to the bed but very excited to see Damien. He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanned every inch of her body. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. “Whatever I want, love” he replied and moved to the side of the bed. He ran a finger from her wrist down to her navel. Scarlet let out a moan, her body writhed in anticipation of what was to come next.  Damien just looked at her with a blank stare in his eyes and an evil grin on his face. “Kiss me” Scarlet pleaded. No response. She could see the outline of his hard, swollen cock trying to free itself from his pants. She swallowed hard, he was huge. She imagined him thrusting into her hard and her core began to ache. She got so wet just thinking about it. He ran his tongue down her throat and between her breasts pinching her hard nipples with his rough hands. She arched her back and moved her body closer to his. He pushed her down and ripped her dress from her. She lay fully exposed with rags of satin pooling around her naked body. He sat on his knees in front of her and slowly parted her thighs. “Take off your pants” she begged through shallow breaths. “Please”. She knew he had to be dying to remove the restricting cloth that kept his glorious cock locked away. He didn’t remove his pants; instead he ran his hands up her thighs stopping just before reaching her hot, wet, aching slit. She moved her body closer to his hands and moaned. He pulled them away. “Damn you! Don’t make me wait any longer” She pleaded. He gently bit the inside of her thigh, smiled at her and slid his fingers deep into her. Scarlet let out a loud moan and bucked her body forward moving in rhythm with him. He ran his thumb back and forth on her clit as his fingers moved in and out. He kissed and sucked and bit her nipples until Scarlet couldn’t take it anymore. Just before her body was about to explode, he stopped. Damien left the bed and walked across the room, Scarlets curses trailed behind him. Damien slowly unbuttoned his pants and removed them, his amazing body now completely naked. Scarlet took in the sight unable to believe that a man this perfect could be real. He finally came back to the bed. “Please unchain me, I promise I won’t leave. I have to touch you” she begged. He sat there and took pleasure in her begging for awhile then finally retrieved the key and unchained her. She reacted like a wild cat being freed from its cage. She grabbed him by the hair shoved him back on the bed and moved her body on top of his while kissing him with primal hunger. She could feel his hard cock between her thighs. She moved back and forth while she kissed his chest, covering his cock with her wetness. He moaned and began moving in rhythm with her. She reached behind her and cupped his balls gently massaging them. A moment later he grabbed her by the ass and threw her on the bed beside him. He sat on his knees in front of her and lifted her on top of him. He moved her down slowly, savoring the feeling of her stretching to accommodate his size. Scarlet let out a scream as ripples of pleasure spread from her core to the tips of her limbs. Never had a man made her come with just one thrust. He continued in and out increasing in rhythm growls and moans escaping his lips. Scarlet came again and just as the wave of pleasure was receding; Damien filled her with his hot seed. He roared like a warrior on the way to battle. He grabbed her hips and thrust her down hard on his cock until he had filled her with every last drop. They kissed and then fell breathless onto the bed, trying to catch their breath. Once Damien was able to breath again he chained Scarlet back to the bed and went to sleep. Realization struck her like a blow to the head. She had been told before, that if she ever entered the Unseelie mound, never kiss a Dark Fey. If you kiss them you were theirs forever. Not only had she kissed Damien she begged him for it.

 

 

            The next morning Scarlet awoke naked, chained, and alone. The silent women came and bathed her this time they didn’t bother to dress her. After she ate the women cleaned up and left. Scarlet was in a rage, knowing she was now a slave to the Dark Fey. She thought about last night and Damien’s naked body against hers. She thought about the feel of him deep inside of her. The more she thought of him the more she craved him “If only I weren’t chained to this bed.” She was so hot and ready she needed a release, she had to come soon or the aching would increase. Footsteps fell outside the door. A moment later it opened and Damien stepped in. Scarlet decided she would do anything to get out of these chains. “So I guess I’m your slave now?” she said flatly. “Yes” he replied as he moved towards the bed. She watched his muscles move beneath his tight clothes. She had to have him now. He sat on the bed next to her and stared at her naked body. “What would you like me to do?” she asked in a seductive tone and smiled at him. “I think this time I will let you choose. What would you like to do to me?” he asked. Scarlet purred and thought of all the things she would like to do. “I would like to suck your dick” she said “But you have to unchain me first.” Reluctantly he did and she slowly undressed him and made him lay back on the bed. She ran her hands up and down his body finally resting it on his erection. He was so hard. She cupped his balls and played with them as she ran the tip of her tongue up and down his shaft. Damien arched his back and dug his heels into the bed. She placed her lips on the swollen head of his penis. Damien grabbed her hair and forced her down on it, choking her. She moved her head up and down sucking slow then fast. Every now and then she would switch to flicking her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. Damien’s breathing became shorter and Scarlet knew he was about to come. She sucked harder and faster and stroked the base with her fist. She used her free hand to rub her wet pussy. She stroked her clit and moved her hips to the rhythm of the sucking. She felt his hot seed fill her mouth and the back of her throat as the orgasm rocked through his body. Her orgasm took her hard and she almost blacked out. She fought to stay conscience. While Damien was recovering Scarlet broke into action. Before he could figure out what was going on, she had his wrists in chains. She stood at the end of the bed and smiled. She put on her clothes and headed towards the door. She turned to get one last look at that god of a man. “Nice fucking you, love.” she blew him a kiss and left. Some days she found herself running back towards the mound but she always managed to make herself stop. She spent the rest of her life longing for his touch. No man could ever come close to her Faerie God.

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