Quick Trip into Gem’s World (Again…)

So, Friday night (26th) we had Storm Arwen came visiting. She was a monster! Her winds were 75mph and never let up the whole night! At one point I was extremely fearful my solar panels sounded like they were trying to pull the roof off! I went to bed and thought to hell with it, if it goes it goes, although I was very relieved when I woke on Saturday morning to find a roof still fully intact!

Now, after 30 years of a love/hate relationship with my Olive Tree, lovingly referred to as Olive of course, (I am very original when it comes to naming my trees!) Olive has decided his future is no longer to reside in my front garden in an upright position. (He must be male, he’s never fruited, not one olive from Olive. I believe he may suffer from performance anxiety!)

Lazy Olive has done a nose dive and is now being very rude and showing off all of his unmentionables while he lays chatting with the frogs in my pond! But, I shall name and shame! Taproot, and surface roots all showing off brazenly waving themselves at any poor unsuspecting passerby. Avert your eyes people, save them the sorry exhibitionism of this lazy fruitless tree!

Seriously, 30 years he’s stood up the top corner of my front garden and I have wondered on and off if I should get rid because of the way he would bend right over in the wind. (Most embarrassing behaviour for a mature tree!)

Friday night’s unbelievable winds decided for me. Olive is no more. It doesn’t end there though, the climbing rose on the trellis seating by the pond has done a very rude little striptease for Olive! She has bared her trellis for him when he came visiting! She is currently pole dancing with the edge of the seating frame. I tell you, you just can’t trust your plants to behave in a proper fashion these days.

On close inspection of the back garden, a whole party in the park went on! The swing was trying to swing its way to freedom over the fence but got caught out at the last minute and the fence has nabbed it and wedged it tight! Once again, we have wood behaving badly, all four legs up in the air! Seriously, it’s shameful. Brazen hussy of the Swing set!

But none so shameful as Lavender Bush. She has uprooted herself after 15 years and gone for a roll across the garden to visit with chairs and table, taking the picket fencing with her. I have yet to venture down to the bottom half of the garden, I can see a fence slat waving at me, I prefer not to know what that lot has been getting up to!

On the whole very little damage has been sustained but it wasn’t for the want of trying by Storm Arwen! No matter, I still have a roof, and solar panels, and Olive has been offered a new home in an orchard not far from here. Apparently 30 year old Olive trees are rescued when they fall down not chopped up with a chainsaw which would have been my next move!

Normal service should resume with Top Hat and Tails once I get this little lot under control once again!

This was Olive and Climbing Rose behaving properly last year!

Gem’s World

Things are crazy here as usual, nothing new to report except to say, my knees have no wish to work for me presently. Nasty horrid things that they are, they have quit their service of me in tandem and have installed a ton of sharp pains and aches that periodically make me sound as if I have terets.
Trust me, I am not making fun of anyone with terets when I say this, if anything I am commiserating with them about their condition. It is seriously no fun not having the ability to control what words our brains wish to spew out, instead of the polite conversation we wish we were having, and my outbursts are minimal by comparison to what they go through, but outbursts there have been. Many, shockingly loud outbursts at that!

I have had many events this week where I was walking around town, minding my own business, taken a step forward and my kneecap has remained behind. MAN the PAIN!!! It is indescribable. Needless to say, a flurry of swear words flew from my unsuspecting lips and shocked the living daylights out of passers by. Oh well, at least they had their day broken up with a little light entertainment. Thankfully I am scheduled for cortisone injections in both knees in a week’s time so normal knee service should resume!

My son has zero sympathy for my plight. He is in hysterics laughing at me from the minute I appear at the start of his day, (mine has started a good two hours earlier, just sayin’) to the very end of his day (mine usually ends a few hours afterwards). Apparently it is the funniest thing in the world when your mother, who is in tremendous pain, is hobbling around the house swearing profusely and shouting loudly that she is disowning her own knees. Who knew comedy was so cheap?

Anyway… moving on….

Red Jasper Healing Heart (The Psychic Tree)

On a much more serious note, for all those of you who follow Jenna Kirkpatrick, Raspberry Ripples blog. Our darling Miss Pink is very poorly right now and is in hospital having had a rather nasty start to the week, her man has put a post up to bring us all up to speed on her condition, but please, if you follow her, and even if you don’t, please go send your best wishes, thoughts, well wishes, any kind of good vibe really, to a beautiful soul who is struggling terribly right now. Let’s see if we can lift her spirits up and give her some of our strength. She is that person who would give you hers if she thought you needed it. She is beautiful inside and out.

Get well soon Jenna, you are very much in my heart and mind Miss Pink!

And…. moving on to the fabulous world of wildlife…

Just heading for your loft, nothing to see here…
Can I pull cracker mummy?

I have bats in the loft again (YAY) a woodpecker tapping away at the telegraph pole at the top of my drive, a squirrel tapping on my window with an empty shell case from an acorn and a dog who thinks that every time mummy appears its playtime. I have been taken over by wildlife and I love it!

Hello?? Got any more of these acorns??
Well…. you took all the trees away, telegraph poles will suffice…

And then there was this…

Perhaps I need a spanking…

The other day I was bemoaning my lot about people on here who do not click the like button after they have read a post. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need it, I woke up in a sore mood because the other side of the bed which had been full of man when I went to sleep was empty when I woke up!

Now this girl likes her early morning playtime, so it was a bad start to my day. I had a poor me moment that spilled over into a mini rant on one of my comments on my latest post. Meh… I was out of order, the fact that you read my work at all is actually more than enough for me. Sometimes we want more than we actually need. Keep on reading peeps, that’s all I need from you. If you keep visiting I will keep writing. No doubt some of you will be pleased to hear that a spanking did take place because of the monumental strop I threw when said Man re-appeared later in the day… I was the proud owner of a very hot bottom shortly there after.


All that said, I am playing seriously with the idea of creating a novel from Top Hat & Tails and the continuing chapters will be password protected (when I have worked out how to do that) so if you wish to keep reading as a test reader, just email me when the post is up and live and I will email you back with the password. Its all free, but at least I will get a feel for who is avidly following this series and whether it is worth going down the route of publishing it.
Have a good day my lovely peoples!
Jenna please get well soon, I miss you Miss Pink!

💎Gem💎💋

Top Hat & Tails (Part 6)

The escape Room (Part 2)

A voice Elle had never heard before came over the loud speaker.

‘Let the game begin… in 5…4…3…2…1’

The timer on the wall began to count down in bright red numbers… 59.59

‘Walk to the desk and open the notebook. Your first clue is written on one of the pages…’

Elle walked as quickly as she dared with the clamps tugging at her nipples and clit with every movement sending delicious shivers of painful pleasure through her body, her pussy already drenched from the attention he had given her, her arousal humming just beneath the surface. She arrived at the desk and picked up the notebook. Flicking through blank page after blank page, Elle wondered if she had been given a red herring, the book was empty! She felt tension begin to creep into her shoulders and neck, she had thought this would be easy. She rolled the tension out, stretching her neck to loosen it, ‘it’s just a game Elle.’ she whispered to herself shaking the book to see if there was a loose page, again nothing. Then she noticed the ribbon sticking out at the bottom of the page. Book mark! Yes! She quickly flipped to the marked page and found her first clue.

‘Pick a book that is wearing your collar, find a page that tells you her name. Find the four numbers associated with her name there you will find your code.’

Elle leaned across the desk to rummage through the row of books along the back, there were at least 30, all different kinds of notebooks stuffed between hardback novels and some tatty paperbacks a la 50 shades of drivel too, all of them were a variation on a theme. Collars! Or with reference to collars at least.
She realised she didn’t know what her own collar actually looked like, Thorn had slipped it around her neck so quickly she had only glimpsed it! She scanned the room looking for a mirror or reflective surface, a small blacked out glass pane was the best she could come up with across the other side of the room and she walked steadily so as not to jar tender areas. Crouching down in front of the little window she peered at the collar around her neck. It was a medium depth solid metal collar silver in colour with a D ring attached centrally. She ran her fingers over the locking mechanism at the back and noted that it would require a smooth stick key to release her from it. She wondered idly as she headed back to the books as quickly as possible whether Thorn would remove it at the end of this task. There was always a chance he might decide he liked her in it! Her tummy turned over with a mix of anticipation and dread, she didn’t want to be that submissive to him!

She dragged her thoughts back to the task at hand and resumed her search of the books finding just one with a photograph of a girl wearing a silver collar. She opened it at the first page hoping that the girl’s name would be presented to her straight away. Of course not, it couldn’t possibly be that simple, she thought snarkily. Her mind was losing focus as the throbbing in her clit and nipples ramped up a notch. She glanced at the timer, shit, she had used 3 minutes already! Her focus became sharper now, as she checked first for a bookmark and then scanned each page carefully searching for a girl’s name. Page 35 turned up a highlighted name. SIAN.

Elle picked up the notebook and pencil and scribbled the name on the first page. She re-read the clue. Find four numbers associated with her name.

She went back to the highlighted page and searched through the words for any numbers, the only number she could find was the page number and that wasn’t 4 digits! Her frustration ramped up along with the tension and she had to take a deep breath to calm her thoughts. She glanced at the clock, bloody hell, she had lost another minute! Refocusing her efforts she carefully read through the information on the page. Periodically she noticed a pencilled in # sign under each letter of the alphabet. Finally the penny dropped, ‘Come ON Elle! Get with it!’ she muttered cross with herself for taking so long to work this out! She quickly scribbled the alphabet in her book and numbered each letter.

She then numbered SIAN’s name:

S = 19 I = 9 A = 1 N = 14

What?? She still had too many numbers for a 4 digit code! SHIT!! Her nipples were screaming at her with the weight of the chain pulling against them and she hurriedly lifted it to take the pressure off, this in turn pulled sharply on her clit and she howled in shocked pain. She danced on the spot, not daring to touch her heavily throbbing clit now for fear of pushing herself over the edge. Her juices were soaking the tops of her thighs as they oozed from her pussy. She groaned and wondered distractedly why she got so turned on by this level of pain! She could smell the sweet scent of her own arousal. What the hell was wrong with her?

In frustration she once again resumed her reading of the page, periodically rotating her hips to try to relieve the pressure from the clamp but to no avail. Sighing deeply she allowed her finger to gently stroke the slick skin around her trapped clit, warmth spread through her pussy at the minimal contact and she hurriedly removed her fingers, continuing to speed read the boring text on the page. Everything was collar related until she got to the very last sentence. ‘Add doubles together until you find a single, your code will be revealed.’

‘No shit Sherlock!’ She muttered ungraciously as she added 1 + 9 = 10 = 1 + 0 = 1. 9 + 0 = 9. 1 + 0 = 1. 1 + 4 = 5.

1915 Thank goodness for that!! She grabbed the chain and her notebook and pencil and hurried over to the trunks on the far wall. She crouched in front of the first trunk and quickly spun the barrels on the lock to read 1915. The lock sprang open, a buzzer sounded loudly in the room. Elle jumped and jarred her clamps swearing loudly.

A man’s voice filled the room. ‘Remove the clamps.’

Elle looked around at the clock, 54.29 seconds she had used 5 minutes already and gone 30 seconds over for her clamp removal. She seriously needed to speed up her thought processes. She gingerly pressed the clips on the nipple clamps and removed them both at the same time, dancing on the spot, trying desperately not to rub her poor throbbing nipples as the blood rushed back into them, making them unbearably hard and aching and zinging messages straight to her clit. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as she removed the clamp from her clit howling like a banshee at the pain rushing through her body on a tidal wave of heated sensations. OH godddddd…. she wanted to cum so baddd!!!

The man spoke again, ‘Re-apply clamps in 5 minutes.’

‘Oh fuck off!’ Elle whispered under her breath, his voice had refocused her, she dropped to her knees in front of the trunk and threw the lid back. Inside she found a large bottle of lube and a corded vibrating wand, a blindfold and stuck to the bottom of the trunk a piece of paper. She leaned down to read it, completely aware of her nakedness now that he’d spoken to her, and the view she was presenting to whoever else was there with him! A fine rash of tiny bumps spread across her skin prickling her as she acknowledged her exposure to an unknown number of people.

She read the clue out, ”If you’ve been smart you will have 58 minutes left.’ She barked out a short laugh at that, ‘You have two items, one of them holds your next clue.’ She looked at the clock knowing she was nowhere near 58 minutes, nope, 54 minutes and ticking. Shit! She looked at the vibrator, nothing on there, turning the bottle of lube towards the dim light in the room she saw four colours in a row on the back of the bottle. She stood up and hurried to the next trunk. She quickly spun the dial in the order of the colours, for a whole second she couldn’t understand why the lock hadn’t opened.

Elle sat back on her heels and blew out a long breath. ‘Think… ‘ she said out loud, she tried the colours in a different order, nothing. She spun them again and again until an alarm went off in the room and she froze looking like a startled rabbit in the headlights. Had she…?

She checked the clock 49.29 seconds! Shit, the clamps! She needed to put them back on! How the hell had she just used up 5 minutes?! She quickly reattached the clamps to her nipples and squealed loudly at the newly applied pressure to her oversensitive buds. She crouched down and very carefully reapplied the clit clamp. Her nipples could take a beating, her clit was traumatised right now and she was desperate to allow it some relief by giving in to her rolling climax that was just beneath the surface continually. She resisted but it was a hard won battle with herself. She was so damned wet and hot right now it wasn’t even funny! Her frustration levels raised along with the tension in her neck and shoulders. She wished fervently that she’d never agreed to this stupid game!

Finally clit clamp in place and orgasm under control again, she returned her attention to the lock. The man’s voice filled the room once more. ‘You were 3 seconds out of time reapplying the clamps. You have been given a pass this time, you will be punished if you fail to follow your instructions to the second again.’ Elle flipped the bird randomly towards the ceiling and muttered, ‘fuck you’ under her breath. Her language had deteriorated so badly in the last 10 minutes even she was shocked at herself. She fiddled with the lock, the combination of four colours should not have been so difficult to break, her mind was foggy with sexual cravings, her body aching unbearably and her pussy was drenched in juices and hungry for attention.

Elle focused her attention on the colours, she spun the wheels again, as she landed the final one a buzzer sounded. She froze and looked around, the clock had stopped on 48.25 seconds. A woman’s voice came over the speaker.

‘This is Voyeur number 1 and this is your first task. Take the items you found in the first trunk to the cage. Once there you will see a flap on the floor, lift it, and plug in the vibrating wand. Slot the wand into the cradle attached to the cage bars. Lubricate the head of the wand. Back against the cage and position your pussy over the wand, find and fasten the leather strap around your waist, then place your wrists and ankles into the metal cuffs. Your timer has been paused and will resume its countdown in 5 minutes exactly.’
Elle groaned, this did not sound good at all, she stood up, grabbing her chain, the lube the wand the blindfold and her notebook and pencil and walked carefully to the other side of the room and the cage. She saw the metal flap on the floor and flipped it back, inside she saw the obvious socket for the plug but also on the back of the flap the colours she was struggling with. Orange blue black white. She quickly scribbled them in order in her notebook as she bent to plug the wand in. She stood and saw the cradle resting on the bars, she placed the wand handle into the cradle and flipped the catch closed over it as she lubed the head liberally.

She backed onto the cage and positioned herself over the wand, it settled between her pussy lips, the coolness of the lube sending her poor aching clit into a frenzy, she bit her lip at the realisation she had not been told to remove her clamps. This was going to end badly, she just knew it. Finally, belt fastened securely, she stretched her arms and legs and placed ankles and wrists into the cuffs. They clicked shut automatically and Elle knew a moment of absolute panic as she fought down the urge to beg to be released immediately.

Taking a deep calming breath she controlled her panic. She could do this, Thorn had played with her like this many times before, she could do it now. Her brain kept screaming, ‘But not with the clamps on!’ She pushed the thought away and focused on the room.

As soon as she began to relax into her position the vibrator sprang into action sending a pulsing vibration against her over sensitised clit jarring the clamp painfully until Elle was squealing at the insistent pressure that was building inside her. Oh god! This was pure torture! The pulsing vibration ran through her body creating shudders of pure pleasure that threatened to spin her off into orgasmic bliss. ‘NO!!’ she shouted loudly, shaking her head to clear it of the sexual fog that had draped itself over her rational brain. She wouldn’t give in.

After the first minute of 7 small pulses and 1 long pulse The vibration ramped up to full power and Elle screamed at the intensity against her clit. The voyeur chuckled over the loud speaker, ‘Calm down girl, you still have 4 minutes to go. ‘ Elle swore profusely at her and snapped her eyes open wide. She began to count and mentally log everything she could see in the room, twice. Who knew, it might come in useful. By the end of the fourth minute she was teetering on the edge of climax, her whole body was trembling, soaked in sweat, her insides were shaking with suppressed need, her mind was screaming and begging her to release her orgasm, she was checking the clock trying to work out if she could afford to lose 15 minutes this early on in the game. No! It had taken her ten minutes to find two clues she had 8 more to find!

Doubt started to creep in, she wasn’t going to pull this off without losing control of her orgasm, she would lose 15 minutes and lose the game. This was just her first task and who knew what the sadistic bastards had in store for her? There were another 9 of these tasks to complete too! No! she couldn’t afford the 15 minute penalty. She allowed her tears to fall, her frustration lowered minimally at the release of pent up emotions, without warning, the vibration stopped. The room fell silent and her wrists and ankles were unlocked from the restraints. She quickly released herself from the belt at her waist and fell forward onto her hands and knees away from the vile, evil vibrator. She quickly unclamped her aching nubs. That almost undid her and a moan from deep inside her came up and she growled loudly and for a whole 10 seconds she writhed on the floor trying to calm her body’s response to too much stimulation.

The clock ticking reached inside Elle’s head and registered. She jerked her head up and looked at it. 48.15. She couldn’t afford any more time wasted, she had to get on with this! She grabbed her book and pencil and ran back to the trunk. She quickly locked the colours in and the lock sprang open. She sobbed in relief. She threw back the lid and inside the chest were 4 wooden shapes. She wrote down the order they were presented in and then picked them up. She looked closely at each one to see if anything was written on them but there was nothing. She checked the lid to see if anything was written there and once again came up empty. She stood and examined the blocks under the light. They were the same as the floor panels. She ran to the farthest corner and then methodically worked her way around the room. She found 4 holes lined up underneath the desk and she dropped the shapes into place.

A drawer on the desk clicked open and she pulled it out. She found a piece of paper with 4, 3, 2,1 written on it. She ran across to the third trunk and entered the code. The lock opened, she was on a roll now, her lack of clamps completely forgotten about. The contents of the chest threw her slightly, paddles of all shapes and sizes, whips, floggers and crops were all stacked up neatly inside. Removing them one by one creating a separate pile for each different implement, Elle systematically began emptying the trunk. Mid way through she remembered her clamps, she glanced at the clock, 43.58 Oh god, she had just 3 seconds to get them back on! Grabbing the loose clamps she attached the two nipple clamps at the same time, hissing at the pain as it erupted and ran amok through her already stressed out body straight down to her clit. She picked up the clit clamp and a buzzer went off. She attached the clamp and glanced at the clock thinking she had another task, the clock continued to count down.

The man spoke again. ‘You are 2 seconds outside of your time for reapplying your clamps. You will now take the top paddle from the pile you’ve made and head to the spanking bench. You will attach the paddle to the arm of the spanking machine and you shall position yourself on the bench for a spanking. Set the timer for 2 minutes. The clock will continue to count down.’

Elle looked up at the blacked out windows, ‘It was 2 seconds for goodness sake!’

He responded immediately, ‘Set the timer for 3 minutes. Your spanking will increase if you insist on arguing and wasting time.’

Elle swore profusely under her breath and grabbed the top wooden paddle, she hurried across to the spanking machine and ignoring the renewed throbbing in her clit and nipples she rushed to fit the paddle, the timer counted down, her nerves were fraying. She set the timer and positioned herself on the spanking bench, memories of the bench in Mr Crossley’s office came back to haunt her and her face coloured at her remembered shame over the exposure of her obvious dripping pussy. The shame felt almost identical but she was so much more aroused this time around.

The machine started automatically as soon as she was in position. The paddle landed fully across both cheeks and she inhaled sharply at the feel of the dry wood against her bottom. The spanking arm drew back and quickly released and before Elle could catch her breath she was being paddled hard! The spanks were landing in exactly the same place and she began to wince and yelp at the burning sensation in twin spots on her cheeks. She moved her bottom slightly to ease the painful throbbing that had set up in her bottom, it wasn’t being given time to bloom between spanks and she was quite thankful for that. That was when a spanking became highly sexual for her and she wasn’t sure she could withstand that assault on her senses right now.

She yelped and oww’ed a few times, but she was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her howl in pain or worse, cry again. The arm stopped, the timer on the spanking machine clicked off and Elle removed herself and the paddle from the machine. Her bottom glowed bright red and was a mass of burning and throbbing sensations. She rubbed frantically at each cheek to soften up the identical twin hard spots in the centre of each tender globe. She ran back across to the trunk and began stacking the spanking implements again. Eventually she had 7 paddles, 6 canes, 5 whips, and 4 floggers. She searched the trunk for a written clue, nothing there, then she turned over each paddle to see if there was anything written. She found her next clue on the back of the paddle she had just used. The message was smudged but readable.

It simply said, ‘Count me.’ ‘Oh for god’s sake!’ she groused, she counted the implements again and wrote down the number of each. She ran to the next trunk and put in the number 7,6,5,4. The lock sprang open. She punched the air and threw back the lid. The buzzer sounded and the clock stopped ticking.

‘This is Voyeur number 2.’ A man’s voice came over the speaker. ‘Pain or Pleasure? Choose, you have 3 seconds.’

Elle cringed. ‘Pain.’ She answered immediately.

‘Pleasure it is.’ He said in return.

‘Go to the cage, kneel on the floor in front of the door and face into the main room. You will see 4 blocks on the floor, place your ankles and arms on the blocks put the blindfold on and wait. ‘

Elle did as she was told, fully aware of her clamps once again as the chain attached to them swung low between her breasts and pulled at her distraught nipples! She positioned herself as instructed and pulled the blindfold down over her eyes. She felt restraints close around her ankles and wrists much the same way as the cage restraints had. She heard a door slide open to her left and heard footsteps walking towards her. Another sound filled her ears, it sounded like the cage was rattling? It was, the front of the cage slid on runners into the side wall and she was completely exposed once more to the voyeurs lecherous gaze. She was blissfully unaware of her new predicament and quickly stopped worrying about the noise when she felt the cold lube being liberally applied to her tight little ass. Oh fuck! No! Then she heard something heavy being dragged across the floor and it stopped behind her.

Her heart was pounding, she heard the chuckle over the speaker from the voyeur as he giggled and said, ‘Now please!’ The tip of a dildo pressed against her tight little bud and she jumped, it continued to press in lodging just inside her ass and forcing her to relax and open up to it to stop the painful ache, just as she opened up to its thrusting it withdrew from her ass slowly, only to return a little faster and go deeper each time. The pressure inside her ass built and her pussy hummed with excitement at the large intrusion next to its sensitive walls.

‘Increase the speed!’ The voyeur shouted over the speaker. The machine was turned up and Elle was suddenly being ass fucked hard and fast by a machine. The dildo was huge and she moaned deeply. This was too much, she was going to cum she couldn’t fight against this and the clamps. Her pussy was contracting tightly with every thrust, her nipples throbbed heavily and her clit felt like it might explode this time. She had to do something to distract herself, anything! She forced her eyes open beneath the blindfold and dragged horrid images from her time with her ex-husband and she imagined it was him fucking her. She killed her orgasm stone dead in a heartbeat and rode out that ass fucking until the timer went off and the machine was removed. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her punisher wipe her clean with a wet wipe and she was stupidly grateful for the small gesture.

She was still attached to the floor and blindfolded.

‘Brace yourself darling, it’s time for the pain you requested!’ The voyeur giggled over the speaker. ‘Now!’ he commanded her unknown torturer.

The crack of the bull whip sang behind her and she spun her head around towards the sound, before she could process what she was hearing, the first lash hit its mark straight across her bottom. She screamed as the whip bit into her bruised flesh and heat sprang up everywhere at once. The second lash landed across her sit spot and she howled loudly, swearing profusely, her pussy lips caught the tip of the whip and the pain exploded deep inside her pushing her completely over the edge. Her orgasm spiralled out of control and rushed through her on a hot tidal wave of sensations and she groaned deeply as her whole body shuddered and rocked, as the third lash landed she squealed and came so hard she felt her juices rush forcefully from her pussy and down between her legs, she was mortified. Thorn was right about her, she was a pain slut!

Quite suddenly everything stopped, she heard the machine being dragged across the room and she heard the door slide shut. She heard the rattle of the cage again finishing with a bang.

Her restraints clicked open and she pulled her blindfold off immediately and then removed her clamps. She looked at the clock through her tears and noted without surprise that she had lost 15 minutes from her time. She was royally fucked and her ass was now throbbing along with her bottom and clit and nipples. Her pussy lips stung where the whip had caught them. She was in a world of pain, covered in sweat, aching everywhere and still had 6 trunks to unlock and 8 tasks to get through… and only 25.28 on the clock…

To be continued…

Dimash Qudaibergen: Folk Music to Neo-Classical to Pop to Opera.

When we talk about versatility in musical genres we’re usually referring to one or two genres from those talented artists that can pop out of say Country music and drop into Blues/Blue Grass or even Jazz, or maybe Rap to Pop or vice versa. I’m sure there are many other genre jumps achieved by many fabulous singers/musicians/artists that I haven’t mentioned here so please don’t shoot me.

The reason I mention it at all is this, Dimash Qudaibergen finds his place in a number of different genres ranging from Folk music to Neo-Classical, to Opera, to Pop, to Rap and back again. His ballads are the stuff of legend already due to his immense vocal range, but even taking that into account it is rare indeed to find one artist straddling so many different musical genres. He doesn’t appear to slot into any single one as his main genre.

The first time I heard him sing was when I saw him on I am Singer 2017 show late last year. During his performances on that show, I was struck by the range of songs he was singing, albeit they were specifically chosen to show off his fabulous vocals and each of them hugely difficult songs to sing in their own right. It was still done to show skill and vocal agility, it was a competition after all.

Since the end of that competition and his subsequent rise to worldwide fame, his choice of songs has been varied. Since joining creative forces with the inimitable Igor Krutoy, Dimash has had the choice of seriously beautiful songs composed specifically with his voice in mind. That is a dream come true for any artist, but for Dimash it catapulted him onto the world wide stage and recognition soon followed.

So today, I’m going to post songs from a few different genres, my own personal favourites are Folk and Classical/Opera. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy the other genres, I do, when they’re performed well, I just gravitate towards the fuller vocals he uses for his neo classical and Opera, and the emotion he sings with in his folk songs.

Every Genre has its place in music today because of folk music. Everything stems back to that time where story telling was set to music in order for the human mind to remember the words easily when there were no notebooks or pens to scribble anything down and little or no knowledge of the written word. Only the monks had the power to record historical events which were reserved for royalty, the landed gentry and of course the church. Not to be beaten, the common folk found their own way of passing down their stories from one generation to the next and so folk music was born.

Durdaraz is the epitome of classic folk song, it doesn’t matter which country you are from! When we listen to folk music we hear a story being told of an event that altered lives perhaps in the smallest way, but regardless of the lack of important information being passed on, the song is still carried forward handed down, remembered, added to, embellished and revered.

Durdaraz is an excellent example of this, a young man talks to his god about the beautiful woman his eyes have rested upon, he wishes his own bride to look similar, somewhere between the start of the infatuation and the end of the story, one or the other of them has seen their bottoms with the other because they didn’t turn up for a rendezvous. Discord sets in. Oops. and so another love song is created from the remnants of a broken heart. At least that is the impression the sub titles give us, however the background imagery is very much about his beloved Kazakhstan, so I guess we either trust the interpreter or draw our own conclusions.
Dimash has revitalised this folk song, while keeping it folk with the sound of the two Dombyra lutes, the addition of the electric guitars and the absolutely fabulous percussionist who really, really loves his job, they turn this otherwise ordinary folk song into a song for today. The music carries the weight of the song and the lyrics almost become secondary to the enjoyment of such a powerful vibe.

Mademoiselle Hyde brings us to Igor and Dimash creating a neo classical sound that touches on operatic but then skitters back to safety and remains light and airy in its delivery. Dimash performs this song as if he is telling his lover all the problems they will face. It is a classic story given a new lease of life through the power of a devilishly clever composer and a stunningly beautiful voice. As an aside to this, the young ladies in the choral section look rather happy to be right where they are!

Is it Igor and Dimash’s best work? No, not by a long shot, (in my opinion) but it is extremely enjoyable to listen to and delightful to watch Dimash and Igor perform on the stage together.

Golden brings us squarely to Dimash’s pop genre, not my favourite genre by any means, but he understands his audience well and provides something for everyone. Golden is a firm favourite for a great number of his fans. I confess it has a catchy hook and I find myself enjoying it despite my best intentions to fast forward. Personally I believe that has more to do with the tone of his voice rather than the song itself. I am always enthralled at how many different ways he can use his vocals to make himself sound like 25 different people all in one body!

One of the beautiful aspects of the video footage that accompanies this song is the footage of him meeting his fans. He adores them and goes out of his way to thank them for their support constantly. Humble to the core. It’s okay I’m just fangirling for a minute…

Okay, I’m fixed and back again with another choice of song, this is most definitely back in the genre of traditional Kazakh folk music. Qairan Elim (Oh my holy land) The music was composed and performed by Renat Gaissin on the Kobyz, which is closely associated with the sound of a violin but has a much broader scope of sound and in the right hands can sound like bird calls and horses hooves amongst other things! I absolutely adore the sound of this instrument and Renat Gaissin is a master of his craft. It can be heard throughout the song Stranger also, where it provides the power of mystical darkness with its beautiful eerie quality.

Qairan Elim is a love song to his beloved country, wishing and hoping for the trials and tribulations of the past to be done and peace and harmony for his people now and always in the future. Dimash’s passion for his country is so very moving you can’t help but feel every single word he is singing and hope for the same. What a way to carry forward the tradition of folk music.

And

Finally a quick trip over to Opera with a little bit of Ulisse and Aida Garifullina flirting heavily with Dimash. No great surprise really, he is extraordinarily good looking and he sings like that! Seriously, I do not do the leery thing with Dimash, he is way too young to even contemplate him in that way, but oh I do lust after his voice. I care not how that sounds! His vocals in this aria are so very beautiful I want to cry when I hear him. It shows us the fullness of his octave range and this is nowhere near the bottom of it. I adore the way he doesn’t out sing her, he could, other Opera singers would try to drown her out with their vocal gymnastics but he accompanies without stealing the show. Until the very last note, and then his is the higher final note of the two of them. Guess he can if he wants to… who’s going to argue with him?

Beautifully accompanied by Igor Krutoy on Piano and the ice dancing was good too. Sorry… I just forget to watch them!

So that’s the end of this longer trip into the world of Dimash, I hope you enjoyed the selection of songs I’ve chosen this time. Most of them I haven’t posted before but Ulisse I posted a couple of posts back. I love it, I am unrepentant!

As always if you wish to see more of Dimash take a quick trip over to YouTube and visit his official YouTube channel at: https://www.youtube.com/c/DimashQudaibergen_official

You won’t want to leave… I promise.

Top Hat & Tails (Part 5)

The Escape Room (Part 1)

Elle was on a high, she had never felt like this in her entire life, the thrill running through her at what she had just done driving her hunger higher. Her pussy hummed with renewed vigour at the memory of the windows. She had made at least 25 men climax almost simultaneously today and god knew how many women! The windows in the Voyeurs room were covered in creamy spunk from each Voyeur who had watched her performance. She felt so powerful right now she could barely contain it. She wanted more! She wanted Thorn.

Thorn was watching her from across the room chuckling at the grin that kept spreading across her face. Elle turned her head looking for him and her eyes settled on his handsome face. She crossed the huge room and slid onto his knee kissing him soundly.

‘Being in that room in front of all those people… it’s just … WOW! It’s electric. I can’t stop the buzz inside me.’ she whispered against his lips.

He tucked her in close against him and stroked her cheek with his finger, ‘Want to try something else new tonight baby?’ he was pushing her, he knew he was, but he wanted to see what his little exhibitionist was prepared to do for the buzz to continue. She pulled back so she could see his face to determine whether he was serious or not. Normally he would only allow her to try one new experience a week, saying that she needed to find herself slowly and really experience the highs and lows she got from each new thing.

‘Yes please!’ She nodded vigorously. God she wanted more!

‘Be careful what you wish for Elle, he warned, ‘remember, you’re only allowed to try one new experience each week, so this will be in keeping with the exhibitionism you’ve just enjoyed.’

She grinned, ‘I want to do it! I am so high right now, I need to do something! Anything!’

Thorn tapped her behind gently, ‘Come with me and I’ll give you what you need to get ready.’ He stood and took her hand in his leading her through the main room of the club to the outer rooms where high ranking officials and celebrities paid heavily to have their kinks played out in a private setting where their identities would remain under wraps. No one was allowed back here unless they had paid a handsome fee for access to these rooms. Excitement curled through Elle as she realised she was going to get to see inside one of them tonight! She followed him, curious as to what he had in store for her. She knew better than to ask him though, that always led to her being spanked for her impatience.

He took a set of keys from his pocket and opened the last room in the row and they entered together. Elle looked around her curiously. The room was huge and was filled with random objects placed around the floor and walls. A cage sat in one corner, it’s door wide open, there were items on the floor in the cage but she couldn’t quite see what they were in the dim light. Huge trunks with padlocks lined one wall, in the centre of the room stood a long flat spanking bench complete with a spanking machine at one end and a fucking machine fully loaded with the biggest dildo she had ever seen positioned at the other end! On the other side of that stood a leather topped desk positioned against the farthest wall from the door along with notebooks lined up along the back edge. One notepad and a pencil sat in the centre of the leather top. A large swivel chair sat in front of it.

Thorn unlocked a cabinet on the wall to his left and took out a collar along with a set of thin chains attached to nipple clamps and a clit clamp.

He turned to her and she saw the darkness in his eyes. her heart skipped. ‘Remove your dress Elle.’ He commanded her softly. Elle tugged at the belt that held her dress together and allowed the material to fall from her shoulders, down her hips and onto the floor at her feet. She stood before him naked. except for her stilettos, her heart now pounding in her chest. ‘Lift your hair up for me.’ He said as he unclipped the heavy silver collar, she did as he asked and raised her hair up at the back and he slid the collar around her neck and clicked it shut.

Her nipples were erect with excitement and her pussy dripped with juices. She adored this side of his personality, she never knew what to expect from him. Her mind was turning over what she was seeing in the room but she couldn’t work out how any of this could be attached in any way to her exhibitionism, well apart from the two machines that is. She had never tried either one of them and she wondered just what she would have to do to be allowed to use either one.

Thorn reached out and tweaked and twisted her nipples hard snapping her attention back to him sharply until she gasped at the pain that shot through her down into her tummy and connected to her clit, it thrummed to life and pulsed in time to the ache he had set up in her nipples. He smiled, barely a lift to his lips, but it was there. He attached the nipple clamps to her rock hard nipples and tightened each one slowly, applying harsh pressure to each tender little bud until she moaned at the deep ache and throb that had set up.

‘Does it hurt baby?’ he asked, a smile playing on his lips as he tugged gently on the connecting chain that hung down between her breasts. ‘Uh huh.’ she murmured biting softly on her bottom lip to control the yelp that wanted to escape.

He nodded, satisfied. ‘Spread your legs for me,’ he instructed as he crouched down in front of her dripping pussy. He ran his fingers through her soaked lips. ‘Look how wet my little slut is tonight. ‘ he murmured stroking her with long smooth strokes of his fingers from clit to hole and back again. She moaned a little and pushed her pussy towards his probing fingers. He spanked her pussy hard once, and she jumped, quickly realising her mistake as the fingers of his other hand still held the chain and he tugged it pulling on her nipples tightly. She moaned loudly but remained still now. Her face flushed at being called his slut, humiliation crawling through her. She knew she was being a slut, but she really couldn’t help herself. She was embarrassed by the name. He knew she didn’t like it when he called her that. She hung her head a little with shame.

Thorn watched her as he slid his fingers inside her and fucked her pussy hard for a few minutes, she was trembling, her legs were tensing and releasing but she didn’t move out of position. Her eyes were closed and she rocked on his fingers, careful not to create a tug on the chain.

‘Look at me my little slut.’ He ordered softly. She locked eyes with him, hers wide as owls his dark and hooded. A shiver ran through her at the dangerous edge that had crept over him. She had no idea what to expect from him now and her pussy vibrated with a powerful need to let go of her orgasm. She caught her breath and desperately tried not close her eyes and sink into the sensations he was creating inside her.

Finally he stopped his onslaught and collecting her juices on his fingers, he stood and slid his fingers into her mouth, she sucked them dry. She heard a long moan come from somewhere but she couldn’t see well enough in the dimly lit room to see whether there were windows higher up like in the Voyeur’s room. Maybe it was someone next door. All these thoughts were forgotten when he knelt and attached the clit clamp to her throbbing clit and then tightened it until she squealed with pain.

Thorn tugged gently on the thin chain again and she let out another yelp of pain as it shot through her nipples and clit, he smiled sadistically as he attached the chain using a slip hook to a long sturdy chain coiled on the floor at his feet and then clipped that to her collar. Every time she moved the clamps would tug on her nipples and clit. Her juices were already flowing from their insistent throbbing, her pussy muscles contracted sharply and a shot of pure lust ran through her. She was desperate to cum. She should have known he wouldn’t allow it. He tugged again to make sure everything was securely attached and she howled again in pain.

He nodded to himself, satisfied, then stood before her and cupped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Look at me Elle and listen carefully to my instructions.’

She looked at him, her eyes heavy with pain and a hungry need he had come to recognise in her. He smiled and leaned down placing a kiss on her lips, it touched her like a breath would and then he had pulled away from her and was speaking.

‘You are in the Sadistic Voyeur’s Escape Room. You will have exactly 60 minutes to find and work out solutions to clues, find codes, locate objects that will be required for the next clue until you have the code to unlock the box above the door and allow the key to drop out. That key will unlock the door for you. At 5 minute intervals you are allowed to remove the nipple and clit clamps, you must not separate them from your main chain. After a five minute break you must reapply them. Keep an eye on the wall clock. If you fail to reapply the clamps after 5 minutes you will receive a very hard punishment at the end of the session.
Periodically the timer will be stopped and you will be given an instruction from a voyeur over the loud speaker. You must complete every task you are given before you can go on to find your next clue for the key. You have a maximum of 5 minutes per extra task, use the time wisely Elle. The main timer will begin counting down again once your 5 minute task time is up. If you fail to complete a task in the 5 minutes you must stop and continue with the main task of escaping the room. A punishment will be levied for any failed tasks and carried out when your 60 minute alarm goes off. There are 10 clues to find in total. The key will only drop if you enter the codes in the exact order you found them. If you go out of order, you fail and have to start again. Leave yourself enough time for errors at this stage.
If you fail to find all of the clues to unlock the key before the timer runs out, your chain will retract and pull you into the cage. The door will lock automatically once you are inside the cage.

Once you are locked in the cage the lights will go out and someone will enter the room and blindfold you. Once blindfolded you will be given a series of punishments. You will not speak to the person who enters the room, you must not touch them. You are surrounded by 10 sadistic voyeurs who are in control of you for the next 1 hour and 50 minutes. They will give instructions to your captor to carry out. You will follow all instructions to the letter or you will remain in the cage for the rest of the evening until the club closes at 3am, roughly 5 hours from now. The Voyeurs will continue to give your captor instructions until they are satisfied you have received all of your punishments for failing the tasks.

Throughout your time in the room, unless you are instructed otherwise, you will not be allowed to climax. If you have an orgasm remember it carries a very heavy penalty. It will take 15 minutes off your overall escape time. If you have less than 15 minutes left and you climax of your own volition, the session ends immediately and you will forfeit the game. A very heavy penalty will be allocated if that happens.

When the game begins, a Voyeur will give you your first set of instructions to start you off, your time will start counting down the instant the door is locked. All instructions will be given while the clock is counting down so begin acting on them as soon as they begin to make any kind of sense with what you can see in the room.

You can only leave the room three ways, the first is if you break all the codes and complete all the set tasks in the time allotted, the second is after you have paid the forfeits in full for losing and carried them out to the Voyeurs satisfaction. The third is if you call out your safe word because you are having a panic attack or no longer feel safe. If you call your safe word you will be released immediately from the collar and chain and I will come and get you. The game is declared null and void and no punishment will be enforced at all. The game is just over. I will take you somewhere you feel safe and I will look after you and help you to calm down again. You will not be punished Elle, do not be afraid to use your safe word if you feel you need to. Do you understand everything I’ve just told you?’

She nodded her head, ‘Yes Sir I understand.’ Her voice was clear and concise the way he liked her to answer him.

‘Do you still want to do this Elle? You can take a minute to think it through before giving me your answer.’ He stroked her face and smoothed her hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch as she thought about the ramifications of accepting this challenge.

‘What do I get if I win the challenge and escape the room?’ She asked.

Thorn grinned at her, of course she would want a prize. It was Elle.

‘You will be able to demand as many orgasms as you want from me for one week and I will not refuse you or put you on an orgasm ban for the entirety of that week. ‘ He chuckled at the effect his words had on her instantly.

Elle grinned widely. Now that was a pay out worth accepting the challenge for! Despite all of the rules and the complexity of the game Elle knew she wouldn’t back down from the challenge he was setting her. She looked around the room one more time taking everything in. She still couldn’t see where the voyeur windows were situated. The room was walled with wooden panels, a little like Mr Crossley’s inner office walls. She was beginning to wonder if the Voyeurs were actually real or if Thorn was playing mind games with her.

‘Time’s up Elle, do you accept or decline the challenge?’ Thorn asked her, watching her very closely for even the slightest sign she was not happy.

She turned and looked him straight in the eye, ‘I accept the challenge.’ She said much more confidently than she actually felt.

‘Good girl.’ He murmured against her hair. He handed her the long chain attached to her collar and then turned her to face into the room. He picked up her dress from the floor and then turned away from her and left, locking the heavy metal door behind him.

A voice Elle had never heard before came over the loud speaker.

‘Let the game begin… in 5…4…3…2…1’

The timer on the wall began to count down in bright red numbers… 59.59

‘Walk to the desk and open the notebook. Your first clue is written on one of the pages…’

to be continued…

Dimash Qudaibergen: Love Songs

Three very different love songs, One Dimash!

I’m taking a short break from the wealth of Folk material Dimash has in his archives (I’m aware not everyone likes folk music) to bring you three very different love songs from our musical phenomenon.

The first song is Give me Love (Mahabbat Ber Magan)

Give me love

This song is a slow climb, kind of like the stage setting Dimash is stood on, I’m just going to say, Dimash is 6ft 3 (I think) so to suddenly find oneself elevated that high without anything to hold on to would be rather a daunting task in my opinion especially when one is already as tall as he is naturally, but then, I’m only 5ft tall so any kind of height is daunting to me! I have to climb on shelves to reach stuff in the supermarket!

Regardless of the stage setting, (I’m really not sure about it at all) his voice as usual is absolutely beautiful. He begins in that blown whisper tone that gradually climbs but never soars to the heights that we are used to from him. This song is a gentle melancholy stroll through his octave range rather than the rollercoaster ride he normally takes us on. His emotion is very present throughout, and I adore the way he uses his hands and his body to emote his feelings. All in all, its what I would describe as an easy listen with few surprises (except that elevating floor, I got vertigo just watching it!) I think I may have missed the point of the dramatic staging with this one! Nevertheless, I enjoyed it, I just didn’t get excited over it.

Now, the next video is one of my all time favourites! Dimash singing in his full tenor range and absolutely splendidly too! Had he gone into Opera I am sure he would have blown away the stuffiness and snobbery that is often present with the singers in this genre.

This song is called Ti amo cosi

Ti amo cosi

Aida Garifullina flirts with Dimash but Laura Fabian steals his attention, pretty much the state of play in real life too as Laura Fabian is one of Dimash’s musical heroes. He adores her voice. It is plainly obvious that he is proud to be singing with her.

Laura Fabian is a delight for the ears. Plain and simple she is possibly one of the most talented female pop soprano artists of our time. Her crystal clear soprano is delicious and marries beautifully with both Dimash and Aida Garifullina.
This song should never be understood unless you’re Italian and know what they’re saying in that language. It certainly doesn’t translate well to English.

Oh and I think Igor has officially melted at the Piano, these three on one stage all singing together while he plays. He actually smiles! A real smile at the end of the performance! I have a musical crush on Igor, I don’t mind admitting it either. The man is a genius!

The third and final offering for today is My Swan (Akkuym)

This is the official music video for My Swan, and while they are never as good as a live performance, this video is very nicely put together to tell the story. Essentially the silly girl leaves him for an older man?! Breaks his heart and steals all his stuff too from the looks of things. You just can’t get the girlfriends these days apparently.

My Swan

Dimash takes us through the first few verses in his soft chest voice, building slowly, until we get to the very short but divine vocalisation that I adore. No vocal gymnastics as such, it’s a love song, you can feel his emotion but because its a music video and not live you don’t get the full impact of the passion he brings to the song.

All in all, two nice love songs and one stunner. Give me the powerful operatic tenor all day long and I am a happy Dimash Fan! As always Dimash delivers each song flawlessly. I’m just not a fan of pop love songs (as per the other two). Ti amo cosi is by far and away the most beautifully delivered song of the three. I have no idea what its about, but that’s the beauty of it, you can draw your own conclusions.

So, that’s the end of my little side trip into Dimash World again, I hope you enjoyed the selection of songs.

For anyone wishing to see more of Dimash’s music please visit his official YouTube channel at: https://www.youtube.com/c/DimashQudaibergen_official

You won’t want to leave… I promise.

Top Hat & Tails (Part 4)

‘Please Sir, Can I have you?’

Voyeur’s Delight

Elle stood in the centre of the room, slow sensual music playing quietly in the background, filling her senses with erotic thoughts, encouraging her to stroke her lithe body softly as she swayed in time to the rhythm. She closed her eyes and imagined she was stood before him, just him, dancing for him the way he liked. She saw his face in her minds eye and saw the darkness that lived there. She inspired that in him, she loved that she could move him to that state in less than a heartbeat. Her pulse raced, her pussy tightened in anticipation.

Her arms raised and her hands released her shimmering blond hair from it’s restraints to allow it to tumble down through her fingers and sway loosely on to her shoulders.

She tilted her head back as she swayed her hips in a sensual roll in time to the music, allowing her fingers to trace her collar bone and run down across the soft white clingy material of her dress stretched tightly across her breasts, her erect nipples clearly visible to her watchers.

She was oblivious, as she danced she tugged at the belt of her wrap dress and allowed it to fall open revealing her nakedness beneath it. Naked for him, always for him. Slowly she swayed rhythmically, trailing finger tips along freshly exposed flesh, imagining his touch on her skin. Turning first this way towards them watching, then that way towards them. Her watchers moved forward a little more.

Had her eyes been open she would have seen them. She would have seen Thorn lean against the window watching her intently, dark eyes soaking up her pale exposure. She would have seen his hunger. He craved her.

She remained blissfully unaware, bathed in the dimmed spotlight. Eyes closed against the reality of the room she let the dress slide from her shoulders to her waist and allowed it be caught up on her arms preventing it from falling, revealing her naked breasts, erect nipples standing out begging for her fingers to close around the hard little nubs and tweak them, twist them, pull them. She felt an immediate reaction to her painful play deep inside her pussy and she moaned and bit her lip. Had she looked out at that moment she would have seen men stand and move closer to the window. She would have seen their cocks standing to attention, cock heads smearing precum on the windows. Women were spreading their thighs and stroking their pussies lazily as they absorbed her intimate dance.

Elle allowed her dress to slide from her arms to the floor and lay in a pool of soft white behind her. She danced, beautiful flowing movements that twisted her body, stretching it, opening it up for them to see her. Giving herself up to the freedom that nakedness brings with it, lost inside her own fantasy as her fingers roamed her body freely, stroking, petting, pinching already throbbing nipples, sliding her fingers between naked glistening pussy lips, collecting her juices on two fingers and raising them to her lips to suck and lick the way she would take his cock and suck and lick her way down its length, until the music slowly came to a close and a different piece took it’s place.

She drifted over to the Chaise lounge and sat in the centre of its length, legs spread wide, back arched, breasts jutting forward begging to be suckled, cupped, stroked, head thrown back exposing her long neck as she ran her fingers from her neck to her breasts stroking them, flicking her nipples, before traveling along her taught stomach and down to her pussy. She shifted her weight so that she lay further back and exposed her pussy to all watchers on all three sides. Had she opened her eyes she would have seen Thorn’s hand placed on the window, fingers curled.

She was on display and her juices flowed from her in a rush as the realisation hit her that she was enjoying being watched, enjoying being so obviously sexual in front of them, so obviously turned on. She could feel theirs eyes touching her everywhere, probing her most private of places. The intensity of their stares reached inside her and stroked her.

She slowed her pace, for the first time she wanted to make her climax wait. She wanted to make her body sing with need the way he made it sing. She opened her eyes and took in the windows around her, searching for him. She smiled a tiny sensual smile when her eyes settled on him in the centre room. Perfectly placed to see every single move she made. Her Tummy flipped with excitement at the raw hunger she saw on his face. She had put that expression there. Power surged through her and she spread her legs wide and plunged her fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping them, closing her muscles around them as she slid in and out. Stroking her clit, pinching it between thumb and forefinger the way he did, growling at the pain, delighting in the instant zigzag of lightning sensations that shot deep inside her and ramped up her hunger. Her orgasm was crawling through her, clawing at her, she slowed her pace. Settled for a moment. Smiled her naughty sensual smile, blew him a kiss to have it returned with a dark smile. Both hands on the window now, his body leaning in, his expression one of heavy lust. She knew if he was in this room with her in this moment he would be grabbing her by her hair, forcing her to her knees, demand she take all of his cock deep into her throat., fucking her mouth roughly, and she would happily comply. She was a good girl who wanted to please her Sir. She would worship his cock until he came deep in her mouth, his hot seed filling her, dripping from her lips as she tried to take it all and swallow.

Her fingers worked harder now, dipping deep once again and now three fingers pumped, she stroked and pinched her clit, it throbbed harder and she mewled and rubbed. She stood for a moment and changed position on the sofa, kneeling on the cushions leaning over the back, exposing all of her, stretched wide open for all to see her, for their imaginations to fill her holes with their cocks and fingers, to imagine having their mouths close over her pussy, tongues dip inside her, taste her sweet nectar.

Reaching down to the table behind the sofa, she retrieved her dildo and clit stimulator.

She dropped the toys on the cushion but remained in position as she leaned over the back of the couch and ran her fingers through her pussy lips, parting them, exposing the soft inner lips to her watchers. Her finger dipped inside her and she bore down slightly taking them deep, sliding a second finger in with it and pumping slowly, then a third and then a fourth.

White runs of semen appeared on one of the windows as one of her voyeurs got to the end of their game before her. She glanced over her shoulder to pick up the dildo and saw the mess dripping down. She shook her head and pouted at the quick finisher. Shrugging her shoulders at the hapless voyeur, she positioned her dildo between her thighs and lowered herself down onto the tip of the long flesh coloured cock and began to ride it, slipping down its length gracefully, taking it inside her inch by inch until she was impaled on it almost to its base. She groaned loudly, three more windows received tributes of cream, the music did nothing to drown out the answering moans of release around her as she rode the dildo the way she would ride his cock. She reached for the clit stimulator and cupped it against her throbbing aching clit, her climax spiralled and she picked up the pace, thrusting her dildo deep, pressing that suction against her, grinding her hips, moaning deeply with each hard thrust, imagining his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her over and over again until finally she screamed, ‘Please Sir, let me cum…’ and he appeared in the doorway to her private dance and spoke softly behind her. ‘Cum for me Elle, cum now.’

Her body jerked and she screamed in delight as her orgasm tore through her, shuddering and trembling at its force as her juices ran down her inner thighs and she collapsed backwards, still impaled on that huge dildo, suction cup still forcing her clit to dance and sing, her body writhing in ecstasy as she fell down into her magical abyss and the world became silent and filled with colours.

White windows all around the room gave testament to her performance.

Thorn remained where he was, just inside the door and across the room from her. ‘Fuck!’ he muttered under his breath as he adjusted his rock hard cock in his pants. She was mesmerising!

Elle opened her eyes slowly, taking in the fact that he was stood there, hands in pockets, leaning against the wall watching her, his erection plainly obvious as it pushed to escape the confines of his trousers.

She knelt up on the sofa, removing the dildo from her pussy, she lifted it, bringing it to her mouth she allowed the tip to rest against her full lips before she flicked her tongue over its bulbous solid tip and she licked and cleaned it of her juices. Finally she dropped the dildo on the sofa and reached a hand out to him.

‘Please Sir, can I have you?’…

Top Hat & Tails (Part 3)

Good Girls get to Play

‘You need to try some of the other rooms Elle, you can’t just stay hidden in the Toy Room.’ Thorn stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand, the adoration for her plain to see on his face.

She shook her head vehemently, ‘I don’t like it, I feel exposed in those rooms.’ Her eyes beseeched him silently. She didn’t want to leave her safe haven.

Tell me what you get from the time you spend with the dolls, baby.’ He murmured, catching her earlobe between his teeth. She wriggled on his lap and sighed as sensations rushed through her in a warm spiral of sudden need.

‘I feel exhilarated. I love that I can control the dolls and toys and they won’t stop me no matter what I want to do. I love the silence. It doesn’t matter if I get things wrong in there. No one cares.’ She responded quietly leaning in against his chest, lifting her leg and placing her foot on the edge of his desk. Her wrap dress splitting open to reveal pouting pink pussy lips, swollen from finger tip spanks administered a few minutes earlier. Her fingers dropped down and smoothed the luscious lips, but she didn’t dare slide a finger in. He watched her hand, then cupped it with his own.

‘You hungry baby? You want some attention for your pussy?’ The rasp in his voice the only outward sign of his lust for her.

She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire, ‘uh huh,’ she muttered on a sigh as he manipulated her finger between the folds of her lips and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it, drawing it down along the length of her slick inner lips gently stroking back and forth never resting for long in one place constantly moving her finger so that the friction built slowly. He rested a finger at the opening of her core. She wanted to press against it, she wanted to feel him inside her, she knew if she did she would be punished so she kept her hips still and relaxed against his big chest and allowed his hand to guide hers.

‘What do you mean by get it wrong Elle?’ He pushed, he needed to find out what was driving her fears.

She wriggled against him, remaining mute, uncomfortable with the conversation now, she didn’t want him to think she was stupid or clueless about his world but she knew she had to give him an answer when his hand squeezed hers closed and he stopped her fingers from pleasuring herself.

‘I don’t know how to do most of the stuff they do in the dungeon section, It’s intimidating to watch them. I just know they would find me wanting. Besides I have no one I can play with in there because you’re working and I don’t want to disturb you.’ Elle held her breath for a moment as he relaxed his hand over hers. Her fingers unfurled and rested on her labia, not moving, just placed there.

His hand left hers, tugging at the end of the belt that held her dress together and as the sides fell away he smoothed his fingers over the soft swell of her breast as it revealed itself to him.

‘I wouldn’t want you to be in the dungeon unless I was with you Elle, but there are other rooms that you can explore. The sexual massage room for one, the spanking room, the caning room, the voyeurs room, all of those rooms don’t require you to have a partner with you and you’ve already had ample practise with the cane and the paddles. Besides, there are staff members who will always provide you with a play partner if you want one, if not one of them, they are all well versed in matching people up who need a partner for a scene.’ He stripped away her defences gently.

Her mouth formed into a stubborn pout and she dropped her gaze from his. She didn’t want to play with the staff members, they whispered about her behind her back, they always stopped talking when she walked into a room. She side stepped him suggesting one of them to her by focusing on what sounded like the least threatening of the rooms.

‘How can I play in the Voyeurs Room?’ She twisted round a little and looked up at him, baring both her breasts with the movement. He cupped them both and pinched the hard nubs until she moaned and bit her lip.

‘ Damn you’re a real pain bunny!’ he chuckled, delighting at her reactions, he continued to pull each nipple and then twist and pinch. He loved hearing her little moans of pain, he knew her pussy would be soaked with juices in no time at all. Eventually he answered her question.

‘The Voyeurs room can be used by you to try out your exhibitionism.’ He was distracted by her curves and dips, and he dropped a hand to allow his fingers to dance over her skin creating a trail of tiny bumps in their wake.

Her face flushed at the thought of exposing herself to complete strangers and her tummy curled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation at the thought.

‘Would you be there?’ she asked on a yelp as her released nipple began to throb heavily.

Once again he took his time answering her. Instead he watched her, locking eyes with her, reading her reactions to him as his fingers stroked down the length of her body and back to her pussy. He dislodged her hand and drove three fingers deep inside her, plunging her depths, the squelching sound they made a testament to how wet she was. He smiled lazily at the flush of desire creeping up her neck to her cheeks, making her eyes droop closed with the swirling sensations he was creating inside her.

She moaned loudly and bit her lip, but she still didn’t dare to lift her hips, he was in control and she had learned that if she moved without his permission he would stop. She kept still. He was making her behave like one of the dolls she loved to play with and it frustrated and delighted her in equal measure.

‘I would be watching you from the viewing rooms. You would be in the exhibition room alone. Unless of course you wanted Annalise with you. You could play with each other and put on a full show if you wanted to.’ He suggested with a dark grin at her shocked expression.

She shook her head, her cheeks flaming even while her pussy tightened with excitement at the thought of the other girl.

Her focus shifted from the conversation to her body’s urgent hunger. Her orgasm was building rapidly, Thorn stretched her out across his lap, her foot still pressed hard against the edge of his desk, with one hand he held her other leg high, continuing to pump three fingers inside her throbbing pussy with the other. She couldn’t help herself, she arched up off his lap, her orgasm ripping at her insides, she tightened her pussy walls around his fingers in an effort to slow the pressure that was building.

He watched her face closely as he played with her, pushing her to the edge, just stopping short each time of pushing her over. His eyes darkened and she shivered at the expression as his mood shifted and he became her Sir.

His voice had dropped to a deep rasp, ‘Beg me Elle.’ He ordered her, ‘Beg for your orgasm. Plead with me for it.’

His thumb began rubbing her clit in a rolling motion that had her squealing with need, as he spread her wide with his four fingers, fucking her pussy harder and faster until she couldn’t hold on any longer.

‘Please Sir, Please let me cum, Please!’ She begged loudly, gasping as she desperately tried to hold her orgasm at bay under the onslaught of his driving fingers. Her hips writhed against his hand, pushing for release, her body trembling with the painful pleasure coursing through her. ‘Please Sir… please, I’m begging, please let me cum, I’ll do anything, just please….’ She sobbed as the tears began to fill her eyes.

‘Anything Elle?’ He asked lazily as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, rubbing her clit with the course pad of his thumb, sending spirals of lightning sensations zigzagging through her pushing her orgasm higher, until it was rolling on a tidal wave towards the waiting abyss. She was right on the edge looking down.

‘Anything!’ She screamed.

He slowed his pumping action on her pussy, reducing it to a leisurely stroke as he talked to her.

‘Not yet baby, I have a task for you, and if you promise to complete it, I will allow you to cum.’

She sobbed in frustration as her hips dropped back down onto his lap. She nodded her compliance, the tears leaking from her eyes and sliding down into her hair as she trembled, forcing her orgasm to quiet while she listened to his instructions.

‘I want you to go in to the Voyeur’s Room in a little while, stand in the centre of the room, remove your dress slowly, do a strip tease for all those voyeurs sat behind the windows watching you. Use the Chaise Lounge and place a leg along the back, spread your legs wide open, stroke yourself, take your favourite sex toy in with you and masturbate for them. I want you to cum three times before you leave the room. Will you do that for me Elle?’

Her eyes were closed against him, she had gone inside her head and he knew she was warring with her innate shyness over the opportunity to give herself 3 orgasms. She had very little experience of performing sexually in front of anyone except him and much more recently, Annalise. This was a huge decision for her and he honestly expected her to forgo the orgasms in favour of not exposing herself.

She surprised him, ‘How long will I have to be in there for?’ she asked quietly.

‘A minimum of half an hour, Elle. That’s the price for your orgasms.’ He said.

‘Can I cum now if I agree?’ she pushed cheekily.

He laughed, a deep throated sound that sent chills skittering across her exposed skin, ‘That will cost you baby, your time just went up to an hour minimum, but if you agree, then you can have your orgasm right now.’

‘Its a deal.’ She said on a moan as his fingers began to slide inside her faster and harder, bringing her straight back up to the brink of her orgasm, within seconds she was sobbing as her body went into free fall and over into the abyss only he could take her to.

As she came down and slowly returned to him, he slid his fingers into her mouth one by one to be cleaned of her juices. ‘Good Girl, now you get to please me by pleasuring yourself for an hour, just the way you like it.’

‘Uh huh and about 30 or so strangers watching me while I do it.’ She said nervously, wondering why the hell she had agreed to do this for him! What on earth had possessed her?

An insidious voice whispered inside her head, ‘Because good girls get to play’. She sighed.

She would be a good girl for him…

Your Sex Kink, Based on Your Zodiac Sign

nb. from Gem: I couldn’t resist, because mine is spot on! I’m a Capricorn when I bother with the Zodiac at all. I was shocked at how accurate it was!

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Your Sex Kink, Based on Your Zodiac Sign

‘When it comes to bedroom proclivities, everyone has a little kink in them. Whether you’re flying your freak flag sky high or keeping it folded neatly in a corner of your sock drawer, we’ve broken down your “sextracurricular” activities by sign.’

Aries (Mar 21 – Apr 19): Athletic sexual positions 

Aries tend to express their passions physically, and they prefer sex that leaves them panting, flushed and ready for round two.

Taurus (Apr 20 – May 20): Erotic massages 

As the sign of creature comforts and tactile stimulation, it’s a given that the bulls love receiving (and giving!) long, erotic massages.

Gemini (May 21 – Jun 20): Verbal sparring 

You know that scene in rom-coms when the snarky quips between two obviously very-attracted-to-each-other individuals finally give way to lustful making out? Yeah, that’s a Geminian wet dream.

Cancer (Jun 21 – Jul 22): Eating in bed 

Food is a major aphrodisiac to Cancers, who like to nurture and feel nurtured by their partners. A chocolate-covered strawberry or a plate of oysters is always welcome as a pre-coitus snack. 

Leo (Jul 23 – Aug 22): Make-up sex 

Leos are very good at drama, and although they tend to be lovers, not fighters, they know that the hottest sex can come on the heels of the most vicious squabbles.

Virgo (Aug 23 – Sept 22): Picking a random page from the Kama Sutra 

Virgos may be neat freaks by day, but they are often unafraid to explore every inch of their partner’s body in bed. There’s a time and a place for everything, and nothing starts that exploration up like a suggestion from the big book of sex. 

Libra (Sept 23 – Oct 21): Multiple partners 

The sign of partnership loves (nay, needs) to feel like the most popular person in the room. And in the bedroom, multiple partners ready to satisfy their every whim is exactly their cup of tea.

Scorpio (Oct 22 – Nov 21): Tying up their partners 

Scorpios may be shy, but they are very turned on by power. So having their partners bound and completely at their mercy is more than a little appealing. 

Sagittarius (Nov 22 – Dec 21): Being tied up 

Sagittarius is the sign of freedom, and what better way to explore that freedom than by temporarily relinquishing it and consenting to be tied up by a trusted partner? 

Capricorn (Dec 22 – Jan 19): Spanking 

Capricorns are naturally adept at passing out punishments and rewards. Those talents extend to the bedroom, where they enjoy issuing a spanking when their partners deserve it, so to speak. 

Aquarius (Jan 20 – Feb 18): Vanilla sex 

Aquarians love their reputation for being open-minded and experimental almost as much as they also like plain old sweet vanilla sex. They know that what’s old is new again.

Pisces (Feb 19 – Mar 20): Role-play 

No one can give a performance like a Pisces, and if you’re lucky enough to be in bed with one, their acting might temporarily convince you that they really are your English nanny. The confusion will be hot.

By Kiki O’Keeffe 

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Top Hat & Tails (Part 2)

The Toy Room.

He was restless, prowling along the edges of the room, watching, pausing, absorbing the imagery before him of supple skin, smooth and unmarked becoming stained with layers of red from the palest pink hue to the deepest crimson as bodies stretched out and restrained, writhed under the sting of each lash or stroke from the myriad of implements being employed to flick, lick and score painfully across their tender skin. Cries, screams, curses, rent the air, filling the room with their pain.

The sluts who could not contain their painful pleasure, groaning, mewling, howling wildly as their bodies betrayed them and they climaxed over and over again, eliciting more strokes more lashes more derision from their Masters, taunting them, forcing them ever further into that delicious place they all craved, sub space. This was their world and they revelled in their subjugation as their Masters and Mistresses revelled in their domination of them.

This was his world.

Yet he remained unmoved, cold to it all. It had ceased to create a hunger in him a long time ago. It wasn’t new. Sure there were variations on a theme sometimes and that would create a curious interest in him but it never lasted long. He’d seen this over and again every night for as long as he could remember. His instincts were finely tuned to pick out even the slightest variation to the ‘norm’, but this night like every night before it, failed to ignite that spark of interest in him. The room felt almost vanilla it was so normalised.

‘But now you have her to explore…’ the insidious thought slid through his mind and his cock twitched. He smiled a little at his body’s response to the thought. She was his drug of choice. He could stand here all evening and watch almost every kind of perversion, kink and fetish play out before him and it would leave him wholly disinterested. He was working, he didn’t consider these writhing, twisting heated bodies a temptation, he wanted her. Her clean scent, her innocence, her guilelessness, her wish to please him and in so doing, her willingness to submit to him…eventually. She never gave in gracefully, her wilfulness and determination to hold on to her power for as long as she could, creating a deep predatory hunger in him each time, she was a delight to his jaded senses and he craved her constantly.

He wanted to test her limits of endurance, push her boundaries, mould her to him, yet still allow her the space to mould herself, she was a blank pure white canvas and he hungered to paint the layers of colour that would bind her to him until she could think of no one else but him. He craved her submission. Conversely he wanted to watch her fly free and unfettered of her vanilla rules and social identity, to come land in his dark world of whips and canes, pain and pleasures of the flesh and find her place here with him and her own identity. His body reacted physically to his thoughts and he adjusted his stance to allow for the sudden growth.

A curvaceous blonde approached him. From a distance a beauty, up close she was exposed by the harsh pool of light she placed herself in, he saw the badly applied heavy makeup, enhancing rather than disguising the lines around her eyes and nose, her mouth painted a too bright red, too slick, too big, pumped up to portray the infernal pout they all wore these days. Her hair brittle from too much bleaching and dying. Her outfit too revealing, too young for her mature body, too sexed up. Too much of everything and not enough natural. Nothing left for the imagination.

He shook his head in a sharp gesture of denial of his own thoughts. This woman belonged here, this room, all these rooms were designed with every kinksters needs and fetishes in mind, should they but wish for it, it would be here, he had created a playground of dark fantasies. She had her place here, she had her own dreams and fantasies. He did not judge. Something for everyone, each room had it’s own theme, it’s own core membership, it’s own rules of engagement. It’s own set of punishments if those rules were broken.

He turned his gaze away from her lest she see his assessment of her appearance. She was after all a VIP member of his club. She was business not pleasure. She had set her sights on him, sashaying across the floor unsteadily on the clunky ugly stilettos he hated that did nothing for her save giving her the appearance of a well used whore who staggered on legs too often spread wide. Muscle memory did not appear to incorporate their natural state. She arrived before him and her red tipped talons clutched at his shirt sleeve. He turned, spared her a look, then glanced at her fingers grasping at him.

Her confidence faltered, her hand dropping away from him, fingers curled into her palm to control the urge to reach out and stroke his darkly handsome face.

‘Not playing this evening Mr Thorn?’ she purred at him, bestowing her best sultry look and tone on him. This was a dance they did often and each time she approached him he would side step gracefully. This evening was no different. ‘Now Sara, you know I never mix business with pleasure, would that I could, but where would it all end? My business is your pleasure and that means I am always working.’ He allowed his finger to trail her cheek as he plucked her hand from his arm once again but raised it to his lips and bestowed a chaste kiss to the back of it.

‘Forgive me lovely lady, duty calls.’ He nodded at Lee who had been watching from across the room. Lee made his way to his boss’s side and Sara was politely handed over to the bull of a man who now stood beside them.

‘Sara baby, you wanna play hard with me, gorgeous?’ Lee murmured in her ear and she giggled and turned into him. Thorn stepped away from them and headed for the entrance to the new Toy Room and her.

A replay of a night a few weeks ago ran like a film through his head as he approached the room he knew he would find her in. ‘Tell me your fantasies Elle, tell me what you see in your head when you’re alone and horny and needy. What fires your mind and sends your fingers to your pussy to stroke and pump until you stretch and tremble and climax over them?’

He had dropped the images into her head as he whispered in her ear, while his body plunged her depths, snaking her supple limbs around him, taking every ounce of honeyed juice her body could make for him and he had sunk himself deeper, thrust harder, faster, pushed her legs over her head and pressed down on them trapping them between their bodies, lifting her bottom and pussy high for him to impale her with the full length of his cock, his balls slapping against her, dragging her moans from the depth of her being, watching her face go slack jawed with desire so hot, it was burning her.

‘Tell me Elle.’ he ordered as he claimed her, she cried tears for him as she held off her orgasm, and whispered in jagged breaths her obsession with all things spanking, especially caning. The need to feel that sharp stick bite the soft flesh of her bottom and grip it before letting go, the bloom as the pain exploded beneath her tight muscles, the wetness between her legs as her brain warred with her sex and her sex won. The heat from the second stroke causing her to shriek in pain and then tremble as her juices flowed from her pussy making her slick and hot and hungry to be filled. She wanted to feel like a slut being punished for all her naughtiest thoughts and deeds, by the third and then fourth stroke of the cane her orgasm was building inside her, the fifth stroke would empty her mind of everything save the pain in her bottom and the heat in her pussy, the final stroke of a cane would always bring about her orgasm and it would rush through her on a hot wave of sensations. And then she whispered, ‘but I want more, I want to be the one who canes, I want to be the one who disciplines, punishes, takes control. When I see that in my mind I can cum in a heartbeat.’

Her whispered admission amidst her screaming orgasm had stayed in his mind long after she had curled into his side and slept the sleep of the truly satiated. Her canings had become much more frequent since, and while he spanked her often he knew she craved the feel of the cane and he was more than happy to oblige. That particular kink fed both of them equally.

But now she had developed a new fascination. She was utterly enthralled by the activities in the new Toy Room that had been set up in the past few weeks. A kink group had approached him some time ago to discuss the possibility of them setting up a meeting place in one of the rooms of his club. It wasn’t the first time this had happened and he was always open to new ideas. The kink wasn’t a new thing, he had just never met anyone who actually did this before. People who behaved like dolls, dressed like them, styled themselves on their ‘characters’. You could do anything you wanted with them, put them in any position you wanted, the same as you would a doll, they invited people to come and fuck them, use them as they saw fit, play with them and see if they could make them break character, then the punishments would be handed out and the players were invited to spank, flog or cane the dolls who had moved, made a noise or stepped out of character. He had agreed to try it out for a month with them. But he had insisted no hidden identities. They could don a mask but only after they had signed in.

It had proved a popular room thus far, with many of his regulars dropping in there dressed as their own favourite characters, quite a few came dressed as Toy Story characters, Little Bo Peep admitted she had never had her skirts and petticoats ruffled and lifted so often nor received so many sound spankings and was now a dedicated member of the group. Mr Potato Head had experienced quite a few surprises of his own and he too was in there all the time! Many of the other visitors to the room wanted to see if they could get their name on the board of Champions for bringing the dolls, Barbie Doll in particular, to ‘life’. No one ever refused the opportunity to either carry out a spanking or caning, or witness one and so the room was often full of dolls, toys and players.

The biggest surprise for him so far had been Elle’s reaction to the dolls. Her inherent shyness around strangers had disappeared and she was in her element in this room. She had become slightly obsessed with the stillness of the men and women who dressed as dolls and would periodically invite a player to take part in an experiment for her. She wanted to break down their stillness. Her dominance was always in evidence in this room and he encouraged it in her.

He entered the room and there she was, dressed only in his white dress shirt, he knew she would be naked underneath, she would wear what he asked her to wear and she never argued against his choices. She never added an item of clothing if he hadn’t selected it for her. The shirt was barely held together at front by the minimum of buttons, it revealed the swell and curve of her breasts, but did not expose them, the split at the bottom just high enough to reveal her thighs but not her sex. The shirt showcased her long slim legs, the gold stilettos she wore accentuating the turn of her ankle, and matched his wide golden bracelets around her wrists and his thin golden collar around her neck. Everyone knew she was his. Her long blond hair swayed loosely across her shoulder blades, while being held back from her face by a golden headband, shimmering where it caught the light and reflected it. She turned to see who had entered and her face lit up as her eyes settled on his.

She was playing and her dominance was plainly evident. He walked to one of the viewing booths situated in each corner of the room and a waiter appeared at his elbow with his drink. Thorn took the glass and the waiter slid back out of sight. Thorn once again focused on her. She had Barbie by the hair and was tugging her across the floor to where Action man sat propped up against the wall. His cock jutted from his pants his balls hanging over the edge of the zipper precarious in their closeness to the metal teeth, and other than his breathing, he was motionless, his face expressionless.

She positioned Barbie on her knees in front of Action man and forced her to lean down onto his cock, ‘Suck it Barbie, make him cum, suck him till he explodes, don’t make a sound, don’t move a muscle, just use your throat and tongue.’

Barbie did as she was told using only her throat muscles and the back of her tongue to suck the monster cock shoved down her throat, Elle stood up and looked around the room for a willing participant for her game. ‘Jeff!’ She pointed to a young man who was sitting on the benches watching as he stroked his heavy cock, he jumped to attention when she addressed him. ‘Yes Ma’am.’ he said respectfully.

‘Come here and fuck Barbie, hold her head and fuck her face with Action man’s cock while you fuck her. If either of them make a single sound or pull a face or move of their own free will I want to know.’ She said sternly.

Jeff jumped up and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them as he walked over to Barbie’s upturned ass, following her exact instructions he gripped Barbie by the back of her head and rocked her onto Action man’s cock forcing her to take him further, pulling her back and fucking her face with the cock standing rigid from the motionless doll man. He slid his own cock into Barbie’s ass and rode her like he was taming a stallion.

Elle grinned delighted at the sight before her, she backed up across the room and sat on Thorn’s thigh. Turning to him she stroked his cheek as she raised her mouth to his and kissed him. ‘Hi Baby’ she whispered against his lips.

His cock jumped at the feel of her against him and then he grinned, ‘Damn woman, you really hate Barbie don’t you!’

‘She has no right to look so perfect all the time. It’s intimidating for us mere mortals.’ She sniped, and then softened her attitude with a playful grin.

Her eyes shone bright, her cheeks flushed with the headiness of the power that she currently wielded in this room over these human dolls. She slid higher up his thigh and he pulled them both into the curve of the booth and behind the table. This was the only room she was allowed free reign with his body and she took advantage of that every time he came in. She slid the zip of his pants down and released the button on the waist band. Her fingers smoothed along the length of his cock and wrapped around his shaft, stroking him as they both now watched the scene unfold before them, The rutting Jeff was forcefully pounding Barbie’s ass while he face fucked her on Action man’s rigid cock, so far Barbie had managed to maintain her motionless silent plastic doll image throughout the pounding of both holes, Action man was not fairing quite so well. One eye was drooping closed, it was evident he was struggling, his balls were chaffing against the zipper and he began twitching.

Elle spotted his micro movements and giggled in Thorn’s ear. ‘Ooh look, he’s loosing it!’

Thorn saw the reason why Action Man was sweating and twitching and he laughed, ‘baby that man there is begging for a caning over having his balls sawn off by his zipper. That is cruel and unusual punishment right there!’

Elle glanced at the swinging set of balls and shrugged, ‘well, if they were really plastic, he wouldn’t have a problem would he?’ She wriggled against his groin and then lifting slightly she flipped her shirt tails up and slid down the length of Thorn’s throbbing member, taking all of it inside her in one graceful movement, both their deep moans were drowned out by the grunts from Jeff, Action man’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat as Barbie’s mouth rode his cock and caused yet more friction against his balls, Barbie’s eyes watered, mascara ran down her face, Action Man lost control and had to pump his hips as he shot his load, spurting his cum as Barbie’s head was pulled up by Jeff and off his cock, and it caught her full in the face, in her mouth, it was everywhere, she blinked once and then forgot herself completely and screamed as Jeff whooped and hollered like a cowboy and slapped her ass hard as he rode her furiously until he groaned loudly spurting his cream deep inside her, slapping her cheeks until they were red and she shook and coughed and sobbed. She finally gave in and grunted loudly as she came hard from the pounding in her ass from his thrusting cock and he laughed delightedly at the fact that he had made them both move and break character.

In their corner of the room, Elle was lost in her own delight as she rode Thorn, her own climax imminent, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust up into her deeply, she tightened around him, her orgasm spiralling through her, Elle came hard around Thorn’s cock and he pumped her until he exploded deep inside her, holding her captive while he thrust up hard and filled her hot tight pussy with his seed. She fell back against his big chest and he curved his hand around her throat stretching her back against him, catching her moans in his mouth, he kissed her as he stroked her clit and kept her shuddering on the edge of a second climax for what felt like forever to her. Finally she begged him sweetly, calling him Sir and he pushed her over the edge into a freefalling orgasm that had her lifting and pressing hard against his hands, still impaled on his cock. He chuckled against her mouth as she swore profusely. Finally she came down from the amazing high he had taken her to and she settled against his chest. Her attention once again on the little tableau playing out in front of them.

‘Mistress!’ Jeff called, his timing impeccable, ‘They both moved and made a noise!’

‘How will you deal with the naughty toys baby?’ Thorn asked grinning at her barely concealed excitement.

‘With a firm spanking and a caning of course!’ she grinned right back at him. ‘Badly behaved girls and boys need to learn their place and follow instructions.’

Thorn laughed out loud at her mimicking his often used words with her, and she giggled as she removed herself from her impalement and standing on slightly wobbly legs she headed back across to the ‘dolls’.

‘You know you will have to be punished, both of you.’ She addressed Barbie and Action Man who were both trying to regain their doll composure but failing miserably.

‘Jeff?’ She pointed once again at the young man who was lazily observing the scene as he wiped his cock clean. He stood up eager to please her.

‘Get these two into position over at the spanking station. You can either spank them both yourself or invite two players to spank them with you. I will cane them afterwards. Jump to it please..’ She instructed. He grinned like a child and dragged both the ‘dolls’ across the room and dumped them unceremoniously on the floor beside the spanking benches.

Thorn readjusted his clothing and watched amused as Elle selected her cane from the rack on the wall. He didn’t miss the wistful expression that crossed her face fleetingly as she lovingly stroked the length of the cane.

It looked like he was going to be busy with a cane himself later. He grinned and sat back to watch his girl perform for him, his restlessness of earlier long forgotten.

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Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh--, um, hog.

A Submissive Wife

Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple

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My Submissive Journey in a Life of D/s Slavery

Pandora Spocks

Author of Erotic Romance

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…