Our Erotic Journal Pt. 01

--The beginning--

I don't care for abstract art but this artist's paintings fascinate me. The crisp lines, interflowing textures, colours, the curious, creative mind that perceives and shares what few of us see. The young woman behind the counter smiles and says, "They're not paintings. They're photos". I have to meet the artist who created these photographs. It's an impulse, sudden and inexplicable. The young woman picks up a phone and makes a call.

The following day I arrive at your home. A bungalow sitting sedate on a tree-shaded street divided by a median in the middle of which flows a spring-fed stream. A quiet neighbourhood. Little to no traffic, pedestrian or vehicular. You're gracious, hospitable, attractive -- shoulder-length hair flowing skirt, loose blouse, smile warm as was your voice on the phone giving me directions to your home. I want you. I also want one of your photographs. You bring them out. Selecting one is difficult but I finally purchase one. We chat on your back porch. I admire your garden, mowed lawn. Your knowledge of plants impress me. I will possess you. This I know with absolute certainty.

Two years later. I enter your hotel room. After months of texts, emails, foreplay, becoming acquainted, you're standing by the bed in the middle of the room, smiling. I stride toward you, pull you to me, your breasts crushed against my chest, our groins and thighs touching. I kiss you, my tongue deep in your mouth, exploring, tasting, our tongues intertwining as you explore my mouth, sucking my tongue. I like the way you kiss. It's reciprocal, as though I'm kissing myself. My cock, hardened, lengthened inside my pants, presses against you. You moan.

I shove you against the wall, sucking your tongue, your lips, first lower, then upper. I know you feel my long, hard cock, still inside my pants, pressed against your cunt. You moan, your knees buckle, your breathing a heavy panting. I grasp your throat. Your eyes, clouded with desire, meet mine. Our feet entangle within the rumpled heap of your skirt, your panties and my pants on the floor at our feet.

I shove you onto the bed, almost ripping the buttons from your blouse in my haste to undress you. Your bra follows. I straddle you, pressing the side of your head against the bed, baring your neck. I bite, sinking my teeth into your flesh. "Oh god," you moan, a delicious sustained symphony of pain-tinged ecstasy as I move from your neck to your nipples, sucking, biting softly. Your moans grow louder as I caress your stomach, your belly, your pubic mound, pressing my fingers against the entrance of your cunt, moist, slick, ready, sliding up to your clitoris, circling gently, massaging the hard bud. You buck, thrusting your pelvis, pressing your cunt against my hand, a silent plea for more. I slide my fingers along the slit of your cunt, your vulva slick, moist. I caress the area between your cunt and anus, now wet with your pussy's overflow, insert my fingers, first one, then two, into your cunt, curling them up to massage the roughness of your g-spot. The muscles of your cunt tighten around my fingers. You're gasping, humping, moaning, "Oh god. Oh god. Alex", your orgasm, like a slowly approaching train, closer, closer. You scream, a loud, long orgasmic cry that fills the small motel room, your eyes glazed, staring at some unseen distant spot. "Oh god. Oh god". Your shoulders shudder, your hips hump, your eyes shutter closed, as does your mouth, as though attempting to clamp within you the agony/ecstasy of orgasm.

I stroke my hardened cock, watching the way your body relaxes as your orgasm subsides. Your eyes regain their focus, staring at my hand stroking the long hardness of my cock. Our eyes meet. You smile. a contented smile. "Hi", I say.

I pinch and roll your nipples between thumb and forefinger as we lay in bed, side by side, talking, laughing, munching the snacks you brought. You even brought rum. You're a treasure. You stroke my cock, a slow sliding of your hand along the shaft. Easy, relaxed pleasure as our conversation meanders among topics, no stress, no searching for words. Even our silences are comfortable as we lazily stroke each other.

I feel the urge to take your nipple into my mouth. I do. You moan, stroking my cock as I savour the hardness of your nipple against the tip of my tongue. I taste your stomach, dip the tip of my tongue into your belly button, nuzzle your pubic hair, ingest the musky aroma of your cunt, taste your clitoris, hard against the tip of my tongue, slide my tongue along the slick slit of your cunt, tasting, dip the tip inside your pussy, insert two fingers into your cunt as I lick your clitoris, flicking from side to side, circling, squeezing your nipples with my other hand, eliciting a pain/pleasure cry with each hard squeeze, your gasps and moans growing louder with each flick of my tongue against your clitoris until you come, loud, hard, thrusting your hips, flailing your arms, your fists grasping the sheet tightly. Your second orgasm. The night has just begun. Orgasms (more than you've had in the past 10 years, you say) leave you exhausted. "I'm sleepy", you say.

Through a crack in the heavy drapes I see the sky lightening. We both have lost count of your orgasms. I've withheld mine, my intention being to please you, knowing there will be times when I will come inside your mouth, your suction generating ecstasy so intense as you suck my hot semen from my cock, it will be almost unbearable. I will come slightly as I fuck you, withdrawing my cock and smearing your face with my semen, owning you. I will fingerfuck you and you will stroke my cock in darkened clubs and cinemas. I will fuck and you will suck my cock in public places: parks, darkened alleyways. But tonight, our first night, is your night. Now it's daybreak.

--Arrival--

It's Friday. Late morning. I enter the door and you greet me, smiling, your master's drink in hand, wearing your black and white maid's uniform, black stockings, black high heels and, of course, your white collar. I take the drink, set it aside on the kitchen counter, grasp your collar, yank you to me kissing you, tongue exploring your mouth, our tongues intertwining, you're moaning, arms wrapped around me, pulling me in to you, my cock hard, long, no underwear, pressed against your groin (I never wear underwear. Too confining). I grasp your pussy, roughly. No panties (wearing panties at any time without my expressed permission will bring my wrath, my discipline, upon you). Your cunt, wet. Moaning, breast heaving. "Alex". Your voice a whisper drenched in desire.

I back you against the kitchen counter, groin pressed against groin. Your moans, your glazed eyes, your open mouth communicate your desire to me. The hardness of my cock inflames you. My mouth against yours, breathing myself into you, filling you. Your knees buckle. I unzip my pants, remove my long, brown, hard cock, place it against the entrance of your cunt and thrust up into the warm moistness of you. You gasp, moan, clutch my ass, your back pressed against the kitchen counter. I grasp your throat, commanding: "Look into my eyes". You do. But desire renders them unfocused, glazed. I thrust hard, deep. You cry out as each insistent thrust tells you what you already know: I'm hungry for you; i will on own you, I will subdue you, I will master you.

I turn you around, raise your maid's uniform, revealing your ass, bare, unmarked. That will not do. I slap your ass. Hard. Whack! A red, palm-shaped welt follows each whack! I yank my belt from the waist of my pants. The crack of my belt against your ass fills the house. I press your head against the countertop, rake my nails down your back, tracing thin, red fingernail marks from your neck to where your buttocks begin. I take my cock in hand, place it against the moist entrance of your cunt and thrust immediately, deeply, forcefully and you cry out. "Alex," you moan, "Alex", as I whip you, fuck you, my cock pistoning inside you, the tip of my cock pressing against your cervix with each deep thrust.

I grasp your head, pressing one cheek against the countertop, baring the side of your neck. I clamp my teeth upon your neck, biting, sucking, my cock pistoning inside you, my groin smacking against your ass. Your body shudders. "Oh god. Oh god. Alex. Alex. Please. Can I come now?" I'm firm. Stern. "No! Absolutely not!" You obey. To do otherwise would be to provoke my wrath. I control you, even your orgasms. I press your face against the kitchen countertop and my thrusts now are shallow, teasing the entrance of your cunt. I insert my finger into your ass and watch the long, hard, slickness of my cock as it slides in and out of you, almost to the entrance then sliding fully inside you. Slow, savouring each long slide of my cock and your anus like a tight ring clamped around my finger. Later I will insert the butt plug into your ass, slowly, gradually inserting it fully into you. Now your gasps and moans grow louder at the double penetration of my finger in your ass and my cock slowly sliding inside you. "Enough for now", I say. I withdraw.

You turn around, facing me.

"Kneel!" My voice is soft, my command firm. You obey and take my cock into your mouth. I grasp your hair and slap your cheek. "Did I give you permission?" Your eyes widen in shock. "Did I?" your voice is tremulous.

"No, I..."

I interrupt mid-sentence. "In future you suck my cock only with my permission. You do nothing, nothing, without my expressed permission. Understood?"

Tears fill your eyes. I feel a twinge of remorse. Perhaps I should've introduced this tightening of control beforehand. But for someone like me, fueled by spontaneity as I am, long-distance ownership (the invisible leash, I call it) is challenging.

I pull you to your feet, grasp your collar and kiss you, my tongue exploring your mouth, tasting you, sucking your tongue into my mouth. Your breathing quickens. I stroke your clitoris with my fingertip, circling, pressing, rubbing. I kneel before you. You widen your thighs. I lick your clitoris, tasting, sucking, sliding my tongue along the slick slit of your cunt, grasping your ass, pulling your cunt toward me, inserting first one finger, then two, caressing the roughness of your g-spot as you thrust your hips and moan.

"Oh god. Alex. Please. Please let me come."

"Yes, you may come," I say.

Your orgasm is a long, sustained, shuddering, loud cries, thrusting hips, hands clutching my shoulders. Finally it subsides.

"I'm hungry", I say. I know you've already prepared a repast.

This is the beginning of the weekend. We will go to darkened clubs where you will stroke my cock (with my permission) and I will fingerfuck you as the music plays. I will fuck you, stroke your cunt, your clitoris, squeeze your nipples, allow or command you to suck my cock, wherever, whenever the urge strikes me. A weekend of orgasms, a weekend of my mastery of you, an erotic weekend, but one also of companionship, relaxation. A weekend of your master in residence.

----Your Arrival-----

When you arrived for this long anticipated weekend, I felt my heart beat faster, the blood coursing through my body, reaching places that only you cause it to find. I was dressed as you expected:maids uniform, black stockings, heels, no panties, scrubbed clean, hair long and loosely hanging around my shoulders. Your collar was the last thing and I hurriedly fastened it around my neck just before you came through the door. I really try to be submissive, but it doesn't always come easy and you are a fierce master.

The minute you looked at me dampness spread between my legs. My nipples, brushing against my satin uniform hardened, my breath quickened. As you pulled me to you, kissing me deeply I felt the now familiar weakening of my knees and the intense desire for you intensify until my head began to spin. I lose all rational sense when you forcefully take control of me, breathing so deeply into me that I am sure we are one even before I feel your long, hardness pressing against me. I want to feel you inside me so badly, want to please you, want to be ravaged by you.

When you slide your cock between my engorged labia I know that you will take me as deeply as possible. As you reach my cervix the pain/pleasure threshold begins. I know how badly you want me; need to know I am yours alone and that you have total control over me. I know you will mark me. The last time we were together your marks remained for over a week. I didn't mind. In fact, whenever I looked in the mirror and saw them, I felt a strange longing for you and desire rose in my breast. Never would I have imagined the pain you cause me to endure would bind me to you. When you roughly pull my hair, collar and head aside so you can bite and suck my neck it is your need for me that I feel. And my need for you rises, spiraling outwards as every fiber of my being responds.

You tease me with the tip of your cock, driving me wild. You slide your finger into my ass, a sensation still new to me, yet one that I now crave. I know you can feel the way I crave you as you slam your cock into my vagina. Yet you deny me reaching climax. It's so hard to control the stars shooting from my body as my pussy throbs, trying to suck the cum, your hot essence, deep inside me. But you have mastery over yourself as well as of me and withdraw. I must fight my instinct and calm the need, my body's liquid dripping from that throbbing hole left unfulfilled.

When you command me to kneel in front of you, I assume (oh so wrongly) that I may pleasure you with my tongue and mouth. Oh I so love to suck your beautiful brown shaft, licking and circling, taking you as deeply into my throat as I can! When the slap comes I am startled. You change the rules as your whim demands. Now I cannot do even that without permission. I feel shamed, hurt by your denial, but then, as you reversed your attitude I am surprised by the way you pull me to my feet, kissing me so deeply that once again I am enthralled by your probing tongue, your fingers stroking my clitoris. I quickly begin the ascent towards that desired release.

When you kneel, my legs spread of their own accord to allow you full access to my feminine treasure. This time I hear the words I have so desired to hear ("You may come now.") and my body finally attains nirvana as I scream my pleasure. I know this is the first of many orgasms you will bring me to. Where or when I can only imagine. I will serve you with great care, knowing this is but another way we make love. And I look forward to your impetuous desire for me both at home and when we are out for the rest of your residence.