Never Surrender

I am pleased there is a pride month, that is wonderful and amazing. Yesterday I watched the Queen Adam Lambert Story. It really hit home as they talked about Freddie and thought it was not the main point it reminded me of the struggles the LGBT community has and, in many places, still goes through. The things we have endured to be able to publicly come together have been bittersweet victories. The lives lost and destroyed along the way were crushing soul felt blows. Safety was in our hands as we wore whistles or sound making devices just in case some group of “gay bashers” showed up and targeted us. We had to always be on our guard, careful who we told and knew we were bi or gay. It’s the 90’s in the land of BBQ, rock-in-roll and river side fun. The hand full of openly gay clubs were shut down by either police raids for acts of lude behavior or acts of violence that drove patrons away. Firebombs burned a few to the ground and parking lot beatings were not uncommon, after all we were “asking for it” by expressing our desire to openly be who we were.

Most everyone in the community was scared back then, the few that were out and open were always in danger. It was the early days of don’t ask, don’t tell for the military, a huge victory since before that anyone caught engaging in any form of homosexual behavior was kicked out of the service. Back then we did not have the LGBT movement, no laws remotely protecting us against discrimination. For those who reported being assaulted it often meant being branded or targeted. What we now call hate crimes were joked about, the victim often the “punch line” to be made fun of. That what they deserve for being deviants. Gays, bisexuals and Transgender people were grouped in with rapists and pedophiles, all equally sexually deviant according to the general public view at the time.

Back then, I was one of the loud and proud, with my multi-colored rat tail and bright colored underwear under white scrubs. I did not care what people thought and said about me behind my back, I dared them to say it too my face. Flamboyant and ostentatious were often used to describe me, I had an amazing primary male lover in my life and a couple female lovers too. It was a rolling party and the world was my oyster. I was bisexual and proud, open minded and in an open relationship; I was living the dream. Things changed and the dream turned to a nightmare, the jarring cold reality of life slapped me in the face as that relationship ended abruptly. Still loud and proud I looked for places to meet more like myself. Straight bars were good if I was looking for a woman, scoping guys was dangerous there. Gay bars, well that goes without saying except I was still too naive or stupid to hide the fact I was bi, but that is a different story for a different time.

The days of the internet had just started. Chat rooms were coming around and we had a place for anonymity and freedom. Finally, the freedom to talk about what we felt and our personal experiences. Ultimately, a place we could meet and talk about things that we wanted, there was an energy to it, a beginning of a movement. I don’t really remember when I first heard the term LGBT but it had arrived. It was still a turbulent time for anyone in the LGBT community. There were some people trying to find out who the gay or bi people were in the chat rooms. There were a few who would pose as gay or bi, “befriending” people and offering to get together for drinks. It was the new age and style of “gay bashing” as several were people were meeting up hoping to connect with an online “friend” only to be beaten or killed just for being who they were.

I had gone underground, or back in the closet, whatever you wish to call it. I had got married and had a couple kids and played the good American strait male. Not bashing but just a family man in a deep backwards southern town. I felt shame, not for being bi but for running away, I felt I had too much to lose to be engaged in the LGBT movement. It was not till two decades and two failed marriages later that I had another relationship that rekindled my bi side. I had met another like me, coy comments and double meaning phrases were passed between us before on night we found ourselves in a position we were able to take a chance and talk about the tension between us. I could say it was like coming up for air, but really it was like waking up again. Things I held back were finally able to be revisited and openly talked about. I rediscovered the LGBT community in my local area, it took a while for me to make any real connection and I do not fault them. There still are some people that want to hurt us for being open about our sexuality.

Looking back, I have great respect for those who stayed the course and kept in the fight. From Freddie who was center stage, my best friend who was able to be married in Washington DC several years ago to his wonderful partner, to the ones that attend the Pride Parades in whatever city they go to. I still stand by the thinking you do life your way and I will do it my way. I stand with pride alongside my LGBT family as we fight for our rights to be free to live without fear. I have found my voice again and am a loud and proud bi male who will never back down or surrender.

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”Wicked

Magic Box

The single light beaming down into Jasmin’s face blinded her from seeing across the table. The hard metal folding chair started to feel like a torture device. Her hands cuffed to a ring under the table forced her to sit up straight as well as prevented her from resting them. The room was a touch warm but not hot enough to sweat with classical music playing in the background.  His voice was monotone as he asked the questions making her even more anxious. She knew he was watching for any tells as he asked each question on the paper before him. Starting with her name, age where she lived, he worked his way methodically down the list.

“Have you ever engaged in any unusual or deviant sexual behavior, or do you plan to in the near future?”

That question jolted her to the core. What was considered unusual or deviant? Her mind raced across the different things her lovers had done with and to her. All of it was exciting to her as she explored her sexual sides. The sudden sliding of pictures across the table made her feel even more exposed. There were images of her bound in various positions, experiencing the joy of embracing her submissive side. The sudden scraping of his chair as it was suddenly pushed back. He walked around the table, little more that a form in shadows as he walked behind her.

“Look at those pictures!” his voice a commanding snarl “Do you feel this type of behavior is appropriate?”

Jasmin shifted in her chair, her mind went back to each scene and the pleasure she got from each one shown. She could feel her nipples getting even harder, that butterfly in the pit of her stomach came alive. His hot breath on the back of her neck as he was right behind her. She began to sweat as her face flushed.

“Well, is it acceptable? Is this the kind of behavior you think is appropriate to engage in?”

“I, I enjoyed what happened in those pictures.” Jasmin stammered.

“I see.” He replied. “What part did you enjoy the most?”

Each picture showed different type scenes, each had been new to her at the time. They all were something she liked. The one in the middle though, she tried to not look directly at it. She remembered the feeling of being naked in the room, kneeling as each hand was tied to her ankle, forcing her to sit up straight and exposing her breast. The bar between her knees keeping her legs forced apart. The way his rough hands explored her body, probing her openings wile all she could do was take it. The pinch of the clams on each nipple, the cold invasion in her pussy and ass when he put the strange looking belt oh her.

“What did you enjoy the most?” he asked again

“The one in the middle.” Jasmin knew better than to lie, he would have found out anyway.

“How interesting.” He said, his voice still steady even though his breathing had sped up. “Would you like that again? To be exposed and used?”

Her voice just above a whisper as she replied “Yes”

There was no time for her to react as he uncuffed her. Jasmin could feel herself offering no resistance as he manhandled her. Being picked up and laid on the table before she was secured to it. Her legs quickly bound then her wrists tied to her ankles again. A small stand was placed under her head because it otherwise would lean off the end of the table. In just a few quick minutes Jasmin was tied to the table with the pictures under her. Their uneven feeling over the smooth surface added to her feeling exposed. Then the magic box, she could see the cold metal inserts as he walked closer, the wires attached to the box. She shuddered as he pushed them in. A final touch as he added a blindfold, she could only hear and feel everything. A click and the light pulsing began.

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Jasmin lay there as the man adjusted the dials, the speed and intensity of the little shock running into her pussy and over the clit causing them to spasm till she arched without warning. The wave of pleasure took her by surprise.

“Now it is time for you to ride the wave” he said with a sinister tone.

A tweak to the settings and Jasmin felt her whole body tense, this was beyond words. The never-ending intense peak of an orgasm. She could hear him counting but it was like a far away sound. Then a click and her body collapsed. He chuckled as she whimpered.

“I told you that I could make you experience an unrelenting orgasm.” His voice almost triumphant. “I just needed you to pick which point we would start from. Now five, four three two, one.”

A click and he turned the machine back on. Jasmin jerked and arched suddenly; the peak of pleasure rushed through her body as he left it on the setting. The world started to blur more and more the longer he left it on. Sweat covered her flesh as he watched. Her muscles tight and shaking as there was no end. He flipped the switch off, she collapsed in total exhaustion. She half expected some smoldering effect from her body as he unhooked her. Taking off the blindfold she could see his smile like a proud cat that caught the bird.

“You did great Jasmin, you made it to the two minute mark.”

“Two minutes? That was just two minutes?”

“I told you, the box is a magic time machine. Now next time we will try something a bit different” he said with a wink and looked over toward the St Andrews cross.

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”Wicked
 

I think

This week’s topic is feminism, I feel like the least qualified to speak to this issue. I can say so many forms of it have been presented that is gets a bit dizzying after a while. Do I think women should vote and have the same say as men? Yes, I do. Do I think women should be paid the same as men for the same job? Definitely they should be. Do I think just because a company has reached a certain level, they should be mandates to have a woman doing a particular job? No, I do not.

I might be old fashioned, behind the times or some other team for us dinosaurs still walking. I think if a job requires a certain level of mental, physical or emotional strength it should be given to the person that is most able to do it efficiently and effectively. I believe in blind merit testing, not race, gender or orientation being allowed to influence to outcome. Does that person possess the skills, capability or strength to fill the job requirements, as they were originally written? This whole lowering the standards to fulfill some gender quota like has happened in the military is an injustice to the people that came before, especially the women. Those women that went before and earned it with their sweat, blood, tears and sometimes their life.

I will keep this brief. I am aware there are more issues at play, many more topics that feminism covers but as I said, I feel I am the least qualified to speak on this topic Women should have the right to vote. Women should have the right to work alongside men without harassment. Women should be able to do any job they are qualified for. Women should have access to the same level of medical treatment as men do. When it is all said and done, women should be able to have the same equality as men. It is past time for that to become a reality.

”Wicked
 

Truth be told

Truth be told, I despise the cold, the chill to the bone that makes me feel old

Frozen in place hands over my face, I see the scene now set in place

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Polaroids spread on the table, the rope slung high in the stable

Under the pictures a silver disk, on it written she really wanted this

The camera still on the pod as I put it in, a flicker then the show begins

Arms tied and held over her head, unkept hair draped down the head

Bedraggled locks falling over her face, pictures frozen in time locked in place

The expression torn from time, that look of anticipation or sublime

Red flesh from heavy hands show clear, his game of pleasure and fear

She was just his toy along for the ride, his canvas to display with pride

Another picture showing the thick hand, she is no match for this powerful man

Her lithe body a plaything for his desire, that look in her eyes is a burning fire

Pulled close to his face she can feel his hot breath, a kiss that is taken at his behest

She could only struggle and fight in place, he had control in this dank place

The smell of hay in the old stall she was held in, his paradise to enjoy again

A nook that opened with a flip on the latch, implements hung for use inside that

A shiver had to have run along her spine, his fingers touching her so divine

The bench perfectly set in place, bent over and fastened in the space

Shuffling around the photos seeing what was done, seeing as she came undone

The flogger licking her flesh that glowed bright, such a sweet beautiful sight

I can imagine the sounds of her gasps echoing, his work undisturbed harrowing

On her toes as her body strains and writhes, the waves of pleasure crashes and subsides

His fingers rough now explore her wetness, her face flush, her thoughts anyone guess

A thrust as she shrieks at the sudden invasion, cold floods her from his creation

Glass toy left in a bucket of cold water, to cool the heat which he brought her

Parched lips now wetted from his finger, the taste of her wetness now lingers

The straw offered tastes of sweet juice as she sips, the cold fades inside her lips

A minute for her to recoup her composure, now again his hands take over

His hands grip hard into the tender flesh, rubbing and kneading her tender ass

No warning as the implement is quickly pulled out, hollow inside as she thrashes about

She whimpers and begs for him to take her, his hand strikes hard as he spanks her

Howls and shrieks as she was unprepared, everything his plan carefully prepared

The tempo staccato as his hand works feverishly, her ache now a burning need

Begging and pleading her voice now his song as the rhythm goes along

One hand working over her bright red flesh, the over exploring her slippery wetness

Over the edge in a crashing cascade she explodes, pent up need suddenly unloads

Milking every moment of ecstasy as she shakes, his mind inventory now takes

The rope appears and is lashed around a breast, she gasps, he works fast

Then another, her breast bound as he smiles, he had a plan all the while

A clothes pin snaps and she shudders as words like smacks he utters

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Each clip fastened she arches off the bench more, now untied with feet on the floor

Again, her hands are bound over her head, he stands back as she watches in dread

Flicking and playing with the rowel on the wheel, she ached to know how it would feel

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First a special touch for his evil plan, a bar to keep her feet apart as she would stand

Exposed to him, she was totally at his mercy, her cries brought him such glee

Each breast now felt the bite of the wheel, no words for what she should feel

Now she was lost in a world so surreal, she was his toy the images revealed

A blindfold next he used to cover her eyes, now everything would be a surprise

Unable to look away as he took her like a savage man, I knew this was part of his plan

Her anticipation as his moved his things around, gaging her reaction to each sound

The sound of the blade sent a chill over her skin, his hot breath as he said shall we begin

That moan as his hand slid along her chest, his hand on her throat she leaned back to rest

Teasing her body, sliding it over her skin, the cold steel on hot flesh a gasp I took in

Sliding between her thighs as his lips caressed down her spin, he growled and said you are mine

I jumped as I saw him raise quickly, she wailed as he plunged the handle to fill her need

He invaded her with the rough handle holding the blade, that look of pleasure on display

On her toes she was primal and screaming, I could not stop watching what was streaming

Pulling the handle out he tossed it to the floor, in a single thrust she was begging for more

Savage animal lust as he painted her skin, his red prints on her breast as she was full of him

His hand on her throat as he grunted and thrust, both lost in primal lust

The crimson running down over she soft flesh, my eyes fixated on what came next

A beastly roar as he unleashed his pent-up need, she shook as he used her in his greed

Holding tight for a minute he finally relaxed, then took her down and laid her on the sack

Cuddling her his hand running through her hair, it was just the two of them without a care

As the flicker turned to static there was a shock, need took over as I shook

A shower nearby I needed to take a moment to cool down, before I headed back to town

Turning the water on it was cold as ice, I took a deep breath and washed off my vice

Truth be told I hate the cold, but the film I had just watch made me feel nothing but bold.

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”Wicked
 

BDSM and limits

The topic this week is how sexual is BDSM to you. For me this brings up so many different ideas and scenarios, thinking back over a couple decades of various kinds of scenes and categories of play. Different partners, locations and styles I have engaged in or with. At the end of the day it really is all about how far you are willing to take things. What are the things one wants to explore, are there limits that are soft and where is that do not cross line? The mind of my partner is just as sexy as their body. I enjoy sharing ideas or possible scenes and letting thoughts sink in as the anticipation grows till it is almost tangible, it is a type of foreplay for me. Negotiating a scene/relationship is something that may seem tedious but in the end it is necessary for any healthy engagement.

Several times I have been asked what are my personal limits, is there I line I will not cross. If you have been reading my blogs for a while you would know I tend to push the boundaries and can make many people uncomfortable. I will admit I get a sadistic thrill of reading how a scene sent a cold chill running down someone’s spine. I am not without personal limits though and I will share a few here.

I respectfully refuse to engage with someone that say they have no limits; everyone has something that is out of bounds for them. To hear someone say they have no limits means possibly they do not have a  understanding of the BDSM world, potentially they lack a sence of self-respect or preservation. It only takes a couple of questions to figure out which it is. With the former a little education and suddenly it turns from a kinky conversation to an explanation of things in the kink world and possibly a scene later. For the latter I suggest they find help. Some just like the idea of danger, but a few are seriously looking for harm from another. I could write a whole blog about those I have encountered that are looking for someone else to do them harm but that is not what this post is about.

Another absolute rule and definite hard limit for me is the use of alcohol or drugs before a scene. A drink or two depending of what is being consumed I might consider but when it becomes a point of impairment then I will simply walk away. If someone needs to alter their mind or lower their inhibitions to allow a scene to happen then in my humble opinion it is most likely past the comfort zone of that individual. I did not come to this personal limit arbitrarily, in fact there was a time when it did not matter either way to me. With age comes wisdom I guess, plus a couple mornings of regretting the previous nights actions. I get it, not everyone agrees on this, but it is my limit.

Consent is my last hard limit here; some would say that is an oxymoron given my proclivity toward CNC (consensual non-consensual) and RACK (Risk Assessed Consensual Kink) but there is a huge difference between consensual play seeming like it is from a non-consensual direction and actual non-consent. A CNC scene takes a lot of time, trust and effort, limits have to be discussed in detail, wants and desires need to be clear and concise. There is always, always, always a safe word that can be the fallback if things get too sideways for either party. Yes, I did just say either party, because as a responsible dominant, top, whatever you call the lead aggressor in a scene, he or she needs to be aware that the object of their attentions is still another human beings with normal physical limitations. This goes for RACK scenes as well. Even though risky and exciting situations can be fun the top must always be mentally aware of the potential danger they are putting the other person in, even though they have full consent. Why do I put it all on the Top? Because simply put when a submissive allows them to be put in a situation like that they literally are trusting you with their life, health and mental wellbeing. For those that understand this goes without saying but when a bottom gets into what we call subspace their thinking is altered. The lines between pain and pleasure blur, danger becomes some abject thing that does not really exist, previously discussed limits become flexible. In other words, they are extremely vulnerable and could be easily manipulated. If those boundaries are broken, the limit pushed past, lines of consent ignored they may seem to enjoy it at the time but once it is all said and done there will be damage to deal with. After any scene they will crash and need to be comforted, then they will begin to process what they experienced, if all went well and according to the preset negotiation then they will be happy and content. If not, they will feel guilty, angry, betrayed and lash out in some manner, from angry words to legal action against the person who they allowed to be in control of them.

Yes, I know I got a little off topic it seems but for me the ultimate sexual satisfaction for me is what I would call a perfect scene. One where every party enjoyed, we connected mentally as well as physically, even if what is typically perceived as sexual actions never occurred. Clothing does not have to come off, though yes, I do enjoy that as well. It is the satisfaction of a scene well done. That is how sexual satisfaction in BDSM works for me.

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”Wicked
 

One to one

“The odds are, there is a good chance, one in five, twenty percent, these figures keep spinning like tiny whirlwinds threatening from afar. We hear these statistics, try to process and gasp when they are high enough to pose a threat. Shrink back when something is appalling to our sensibilities, lash out when it pertains to social injustice. Truth be told to most of us, they are just numbers though. Often researched, the figures are tossed out to give a tangibility to some event or condition around us. It does not become real till we are the one in five, or part of the twenty percent.”

Normally by this point my brain would have switched to autopilot in my psych class but the Greg was striking. Grey eyes that seemed wise beyond his years and a voice that dripped with primal seduction. A confidence without being cocky radiated as he taught the lesson. Occasionally, he would push those couple stray hairs out of his eyes and give a look around the room. Each time I could feel his eyes land on me as I was listening intently. I was glad I had signed up for the night class even though I had to rush from my day job to make it on time.

“Okay everyone I can see a few glazed eyes let’s take a fifteen-minute break and stretch.”

There was a mutter in the room, those who smoked raced outside to get their puffs in, some headed for the bathroom and others for the vending machines. I sat there looking over my haphazard notes while Greg sat at the small desk overlooking the room. He cleared his throat and picked up a stack of papers tapping them on the desk into neat pile. I was looking off blankly at nothing, when I realized I had been staring at him, as I focused my vision, I could feel his eyes on me. I felt my face suddenly flush and I swore I caught a slight smile or smirk on his face.

The rest of class was a wash while my mind was still stuck in that moment He could have been talking about the lunar landing or something fascinating, but I just could not get my mind to focus. As he spoke, I took note of his lips and thought how much I wanted to feel them. As his hands gestured while he talked, I could only think how good they would feel caressing my skin.  When he pushed his hair aside, I wanted to be the one pushing it out of his eyes as we were locked in a long passionate kiss.

Class ended, he made his customary assignment announcement followed by his being available for questions for a while after class. Majority of the class shuffled off to their cars and left to whatever lives they had with a handful staying behind. I stood back taking in the questions and how he interacted with the other students. I had questions too, ones that burned deep in my mind, but they had little to do with the class. As I waited the rest of the students shuffled off and it was just the two of us.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I am starving, would you mind us taking your question to the restaurant across the street as we speak?”

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“Su..sure” I stammered.

I swear he smirked again as I followed once I gathered my book. The small restaurant was a twenty-four-hour dinner. Decent food and coffee for those night owls or zombies of the second and third shifts, it was a haven in the otherwise closed for the night town. Once we ordered he sat three gazing across the table as me, his now captive one on one audience. I felt my words failing and sweat forming. I excused myself to the bathroom and all but bolted to the small bathroom. Splashing water on my face this was unlike me, I was confidant and often called brazen, but here I felt like a schoolboy unsure of how to proceed.

I did not hear the door open as I was wiping my face dry. I froze as I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.

“Unless I am wrong you had more than just class you wanted to ask about.”

I simply replied with an affirming head nod as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hands wasted no time in running under my shirt and caressing my skin. I turned to face him as we kissed. I could forgive the wintergreen flavor from his gum as his tongue slowly caressed and parted my lips. He never closed his eyes as we kissed, I could not close mine because I wanted to take in every moment. When we broke from the kiss I dropped to my knees, half dizzy half out of raging desire that would not be denied. Deftly unzipping his pants with my teeth as my hands groped his ass and legs, I felt the rush seeing him restrained by only a thin piece of fabric. The moisture of his precum already soaking through the white cloth. Working the head with my teeth through the fabric he moaned softly.

Moments later he was free, and my mouth had engulfed the head, my tongue dancing and caressing the sensitive head. The salty taste was intoxicating as my hand now worked to free him and cup his soft balls. My low growl as he moaned was all he could take. Without warning he grabbed the back of my head and pushed to the back of my throat. I opened and accommodated as best I could while his release now flooded my mouth. I looked at his eyes and knew he was more than pleased. We got him cleaned up and ate the food that had just arrived quickly. Next stop was his place as we forgot the facts and figures from class and focused on the simple one to one equation.

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”Wicked
 

Greg

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off.
“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

Trigger warning as is common with most of my blogs, This post is a continuation of last weeks wicked Wednesday. Hope you enjoy.

Greg sneered as he walked over to the bench. As his thick hands fiddled with the bench, he turned and looked back at Sandy, he could see her sweating in nervous anticipation. It had slowly been planned from the first personality he had presented to her, a plan he gradually let play out till he got enough information to make it happen. He always got excited hearing her fantasies and how many wicked things she wanted to happen to her. Each session she would end by saying, of course this is just fantasy because it could never happen, right? Everything was possible but not all were practical. The hardest part was her desire to be kidnapped by a total stranger.

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Lights illuminate the arched windows of an abandoned building next to puddles in the mud.

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off. He was worried the kidnapping part would fail and he would have to skedaddle or worse, get in caught and arrested. Setting up his den of sin, as he called it when describing the empty building to her, was easy by compare. Five years of preparation went into his plan, saved emails and conversations. Greg’s favorite part were the pictures she would send. Some were of her trying to make herself look like a damsel in distress, others were pictures she sent him, everything she sent was saved. Greg smiled as he turned on the projector and the pictures began to beam onto the white wall near the arranged devices of torment.

Sandy gasped as the opening was a picture taken long ago, it was a naughty girl’s only party where she had been handcuffed, gagged and made to look helpless and at the mercy of anyone there. Her eyes scanned the small tables he was preparing, assorted paddles and impact devices were on display at one supposed station. Another table held electric devices, a violet wand, electric stimulation unit, even what looked like a Hitachi wand with some built in shocking head aptly named the Zeus. The krewe de gras in the center was a device of Greg’s own making, a harness type table Sandy could be secured to and manipulated in any position he wished. Built in total secrecy, it was a one of a kind made just for Sandy.

He walked over to where she was tied, Sandy struggled against her bonds as his hand slid along the outside of her arm.

“Now, now my dear, I am sure you know what all I have planned for you. After all we have spoken in great depth about all the things you have wanted to try but were too scared to tell anyone, well anyone you knew in real life.”

“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

“That was all just foreplay my dear, now this is the main event. Time to pay the piper I would say. Or do you prefer put up or shut up?” Greg’s voice suddenly dark and ominous “Of course I will allow you a safe word if things get over your head. It is one you told me was your favorite a while back, just say it and that part of your evening will end and we will move on.”

Sandy’s mind raced as she tried to think of what safe word he was talking about. Before her mind could fix on any one word his rough hands grabbed her and he stood her up. His hot breath in her face as he manhandled her to the bench and forcefully strapped her down. A pair of scissors made quick work of her clothing as he cut away, leaving her nude and exposed to him. As her mind tried to comprehend what was happening, she could see the impact items laid out as he fingered each one lovingly. His hand rested on a small leather paddle. It had a kind of fur on one side and the other was raised knobs like the back of decorative furniture tacks. It looked like a toy in his big hands as he picked it up. A push of the button and music started to play. Some of the featured tracks he had come to enjoy listening to as they chatted online about her desires. The first few hit were so light it almost made Sandy think he was losing his nerve. The fur really felt nice and tickled a little on her skin. Gradually they became firmer and with the tempo of the music. The heavy base thumped as the paddle landed over and over, the intensity and warm feeling in her exposed ass grew. Before long, her head felt like she was in a different world, she had all but forgotten her dire situation as Greg had made her tender bum hot and red. He ran his hand along her well warmed ass a few times. Caressing and cupping her beautiful flesh.

“Such a naught little girl, I see you have become aroused.”

Sandy felt ashamed for a moment then it passed quickly as she felt a cold metal device being inserted into her dripping wetness. Some form of harness held it in place as he pushed a button and a tingle ran though her. He laughed as he set the electric pulses to the beat of the music. Picking up a flogger he began to take his time to match the tempo. Sandy’s eyes glazed over as she could not fight back the growing wave that was beginning to crest inside her. Her yelp of pleasure as the wave crashed over her echoed off the wall.

Greg stopped the flogging and turned off the device. Sandy was a drooling mess as he laughed. There was the sound of a door slamming shut and someone in a security guard uniform walked in. Sandy was saved! Greg backed up and set down the flogger. For a moment she expected him to run.

“What are you doing sir?” the young man demanded from across the room

“Good sir this is my warehouse and you are trespassing.” Greg said firmly

“What kind of freak show is going on here? Ma’am are you, all right?”

Sandy wasn’t sure, her mind wanted to scream she had been kidnapped but her body was begging for more.

“I..I… I am fine sir.” Sandy caved as her desire won over her common since.

“Well good,” the young man said, “Hope you don’t mind me staying and watching, you never know when you will need a third person for things like this.”

Greg smiled as the two embraced. “I told you she would break easily Sam.”

”Wicked
 

Sandy

His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

{{{Before you enter this realm I should advise you that anything I write will trigger someone. So with that out of the way you may now proceed and read at your own risk}}}

His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. Just for a moment taking it all in, the earie quiet of the predawn streets that was Greg’s world. He was going to follow through with the idea knowing he was going to get his hands dirty, just how dirty was up to him. The clicking of the stilettos on the sidewalk as another working girl rounded the corner. Her blonde hair still mostly in place as she spied the shadowy figure watching her. Her brazen attitude as she approached made Greg sweat and his hands tremble.

“Hey baby, I’m about to get off but I can get you off before I call it a night.” Her high pitch Brooklyn accent was like nails on a chalkboard.

His deep gravelly voice answered her “No thanks”

She turned in a huff and walked into the old hotel. Her red sequin dress and short black skirt flashing in the few dim lights. The scream of a cat and a trash can falls over caught Greg’s attention. He walked the four blocks toward the dinner. Huge plate glass windows beaming light into the world around them like a display for all to see. A couple dock workers sitting there eating as they were either getting ready for the day or finishing up a night. It always made Greg chuckle how it was like watching a play about humanity. He took a seat on the bench watching the show.

The obnoxiously bright pink uniform came into sight. The shirt unbuttoned too low, the skirt too high as she talked and flirted with the men there. He didn’t have to hear; he knew the basics of the conversation all too well. She was flirting and working hoping for a good tip, they were hoping she would finally say yes and let them “enjoy their company”. Soon they would get up and leave, she would pick up their dishes and the couple crumpled bills from the table.

The horizon was starting to glow as the hues of morning began to paint the sky. The rumble of the old bus as it came down the dingy road belching smoke was on time as always. Greg watched as the brunette got off and walked into the diner. Greg got up and followed her in. She sat down in her usual spot as he approached.

“Excuse me, are you Sandy?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she shot back with a sternly

Greg reached in his coat and pulled out the papers he had been carrying. Half dropping them on the table for effect she looked at the top sheet with her name on it. The following pages were copies of her correspondence with various people. She fumbled through them, hot lurid conversations that ended suddenly every time.

“Where, how did you get these?” her face now in shock as her voice cracked.

“I think you need to come with me and answer some questions at the station. Every name in those conversations has disappeared suddenly except for you. There are a few questions about their sudden disappearance and your involvement with them that need to be answered. Now you can come peacefully or…” Greg added to his intimidation by pulling out handcuffs from behind his back.

Sandy agreed to cooperate and walked out the door with Greg. He led her around to the dimly lit parking lot then opened the door for her to get in the back. Before she could get in, he forced her to against the car and cuffed her hands behind her back. Pushing her into the back seat she tried to fight him off, but it was no use. She was now trapped. He started the engine and as it roared to life the radio came on, it was playing one of Sandy’s favorite songs.

She was shaken as he looked at her in the mirror. He smiled, so far everything had gone as planned. As he pulled out into the empty street and headed toward the warehouse he had set up. Now was the time for all his work to finally pay off.

“So Sandy, all those men; twelve in all, were talking to you about some really racy things. I am shocked a woman like you would be so bold as to tell them the things you said.”

“We were having fun; it was a game.” She replied her voice shaking

“Baseball is a game, monopoly is a game, hell even football is a game. This, what you were talking about is something very different.”

Had Sandy not been so scared she would have caught on this was a game too. Greg was listing off games she had said she liked. The song playing was the one she said was her favorite. He had set it all up for her perfect fantasy that she had talked about with all those “men”. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

“No, wait. No, this can’t be happening. Who are you?”

warehouse

Greg pushed the button and the door behind them closed with a light coming on in the building. There were several areas with torture looking tables and devices to use. It was obvious Greg’s silence was adding to her unsettled feelings.

“Please, what are you planning to do to me?”

Greg put on the hood she should recognize and turned back toward her “Everything you talked about and more. See little bird those men aren’t missing; it was me all along and I am here for you as your wicked date begins”

Sandy felt a mix of nausea, fear and a strange rush of excitement as he got out and started setting up. Letting the anticipation grow as Sandy watched. She realized how much energy he had put in, now she was trapped at his mercy as he was about to push her to her breaking point through all the twists and turns she had shared with the various versions of Greg.

”Wicked
 

Sargent Cougar

As the new recruits filed in to meet with the Captain and Sargent it smelled more like a locker room than a briefing room. The aged building with antiquated concrete walls painted a dull white made it look like it had been through several lifetimes. There was a dull mumbling as we talked between ourselves, everyone nervous and excited. We were all to eager to prove our worth after spending so much time in training. The room came to a hush as the Captain introduced the room to Sargent Karen Peters.

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Karen eyed over her coffee at the new meat coming in. It was obvious she was hungry and hunting, but not just anything would sate her appetite. She knew what she liked as she gazed over the new fresh faces in the briefing room. She picked up the roster and called out names and issued assignments. My name was called, as I was instructed where to report. As I walked out the room I was pulled aside by the Captain.

“Son, I know you are new here so a piece of unsolicited advice, be careful around Karen. She has a reputation if you know what I mean.”

“Sir?”

Before he could reply we were interrupted by the other guy who was assigned with me. We could have been brothers, almost the same height and hair color. He was about five years younger than I was with a boyish smile and clean-shaven face. We both were tall and thin, I was 5’11” 135 lbs. soaking wet in my uniform and he looked about the same.

“Hi, I’m Joe.” He said with his hand extended. “Looks like we will be working together.”

“Good to meet you.” I shot back slightly annoyed I didn’t get to hear the advice being handed to me.

We went and got our gear and headed to our assigned area. We met out unit leader and assigned to the same post. It was basically fly or die after the academy we soon learned. For the next two weeks Joe and I would work the same shifts together. From this we would be evaluated after, if the unit leader thought we were capable we would be given a permanent position, if not we were given a different partner for another two weeks. The first week was a blur of trying to soak in everything, decide what was important and what was just garbage needed to be ignored. The second week we started to get into the routine and began to step into our rolls for the unit. Sarge would stop in and observe us as we dealt with our day to day operations.

“Looks like you two boys got the Sarge’s attention.” Our unit leader chimed in one day. “She had been watching you both more than most, watch out boys” he said with a chuckle and walked off.

I was left feeling a bit unsettled thinking I was messing up and wasn’t going to make the cut. When it came time for the evaluation, I was sitting in the chair waiting as Joe was in for his meeting. He came out with a perplexed look on his face and his voice cracked a little when he told me it was my turn. I walked in sweat all but poring off my back. It was hot in the room anyway as I sat for a few more minutes before Captain, Sarge and our unit leader came in.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Sarge said curtly “I have heard good things and after personally observing you in action I recommend you be allowed to proceed on your own as an officer. Any objections?”

The Captain and my unit leader agreed with her. After a short do’s and don’ts talk it was over in less than ten minutes.

“Well,” Sarge said “just some formal paperwork and you will be ready to get going with your assignment”

The captain and unit leader left as Sarge pulled out a stack of papers for me to go over.

“Now that they have left, I just wanted to say I am really impressed how you handle yourself. You seem like you are capable and able to take on whatever comes your way.”

“Well I hope so ma’am” I said with a smile.

“No need for ma’am here. You can call me Karen.”

I would like to say I was a gentleman and respectful but anyone that knows me knows I don’t miss an opportunity to flirt. I signed in the places in the mound of papers I needed to and I gave a wink sliding back the papers. Sarge wasn’t the first cougar I had been stalked by, so I knew the game and I let her see I wasn’t afraid of her hunting me. I let her circle the table as her nails ran along my arm.

“Oh baby, you best be careful else someone might gobble you up.”

“Is that a promise ma’am?” I replied with a smirk.

”Wicked
 

She might have been twenty years my senior and only 4’10” and light as a feather but she was a sexual maniac when we were together. I showed her what I knew, and she taught me a few new things. One thing I can say, bless those cougars because they know what they are doing and how they want it with no qualms about letting you know.

In Lockdown

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink

The slow scraping sound coming down the hall sent a chill along my spine. One small bulb secured to the wall faintly illuminating the small cube of a room. A small bunk with a filthy mattress flopped on it, had seen much use and added to the rank odor to the room. The metal toilet and sink combination only feet away. The air stale and damp, the smell of lost hope and desperation clung like an oily residue. The walls pealing their grey layers of paint revealing a metal bulkhead underneath. Another scraping sound only much closer from outside the room.

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink. Of course I was, and did. A couple hours later we were in her hotel room. I remember undressing her slowly, taking my time as she tried to rush me. Her need to feel needed and wanted ablaze. My hands all over her flesh my teeth grazed and my lips planting kisses. Her flesh so pale it glowed in the night air as we made slow love on the balcony. The light of the full moon bathing us both while we were intertwined, the world melt away in an explosion of pleasure. Kissing her neck as her body arched, her cried carried on the night breeze. Her green eyes opening with a soft sweet smile that turned to a blank stare. Excruciating pain seared through my flesh as the world disappeared into nothingness.

A sudden scrape and a flap opened. A tray was shoved in with what appeared to be some type of paste looking goop on it. The greasy scent just added to the disgusting feel of the room. A voice outside, mechanical in nature crackled like from a half working drive through speaker.

“Another subject from investigation 382 is now awake and aware. Food supplement offered to subject. Observation of social and mating ritual with drone model a success in capturing a heathy male specimen. Further testing will be required to see what category the subject will best be placed in. Because of potential of contamination it will be kept in isolation till full results of testing are completed.

Subject 8725, after you have consumed the meal given to you please place the meal container back at the portal it entered through. After you have eaten knock on the wall over the portal, an assistant will take you to the medical testing and processing area. You have one hour to comply.”

A scraping sound as I looked at what “meal” was left behind. What was happening? Had I just lost my mind and this was all some part of a psychotic dream? The food was little more than paste. It smelled much like the dog food I remember giving to my pet when I was a kid. A taste and I was banging on the wall. Several minutes later a blue glow lit along the edges of what I could only assume was a door. A hissing sound as the door opened and there she stood, the woman I had a memory of on the balcony. She smiled and held out her hand.

“Come with me, please.”

Suddenly I was aware of my nudity as she was unclothed as well. If this was some kind of crazy dream I was definitely aroused. As she turned I felt even more exposed as her hand grazed my side. I could feel my face flush as she looked down and gave a slight smile.

“There is nothing to be concerned about. You simply need to be examined and processed. Failure to comply will result in a longer time in quarantine.”

I followed feeling more like a lamb to the slaughter than a person anymore. We passed many more doors before entering into a larger area. A line of men all ages and races with a copy of the same woman who was with me. I looked on in shock.

“I can since your apprehension, I am a collection droid. Apparently a very successful one for your species as you can tell by this batch of subjects.”

“Subjects for what?”

“All I can inform you is that your system was placed into quarantine several of what you would call millennium ago. The exact records as to why have been lost. We are here to access the potential of your species.”

“Potential?”

“Yes, if you are suitable for combat, a workforce or simply, a farm planet that was to be harvested as a later time.”

A shudder ran along my spine at that last suggestion. The thought of humanity not being alone in the universe was scary enough but the potential now I was faced with was even more unsettling. The hue of the room changed from a soft blue to a vibrant orange. A piercing shrill sound sent me to my knees. Holding my hand over my ears I looked up at the drone as it reached down and took my wrist before I passed out. I felt the drone dragging me back to the cell.

I came too as the drone sat on the bed watching.

”Wicked
 

“It seems there is an issue with the processing station. For now, you must remain here in lockdown till the malfunction is over. I shall remain to keep you company.”