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#LaceChallenge by Paige Thomas

Piper Maddison sat in her old run-down kitchen, her hands trembling as she allowed the contract to fall from her fingers to the table. When Mr. Corby had personally handed her the plain white envelope on her last day working for Corby Industries—insisted it not be opened until after she arrived home—she didn’t expect to find what it contained.

She’d taken the three month temp position while his long-standing personal assistant was on maternity leave. Now, Piper found herself unemployed once more and within a matter of weeks the bills would quickly accumulate and remain unpaid unless she found another job, and fast.

For the second time, she scanned the handwritten note which accompanied the two page document, the black ink scrawled across the thick embossed paper causing her heart to pound wildly in her chest.

Was the man certifiably insane?

Mitchell Corby was a highly successful, extremely attractive businessman. What the hell did he want with her? There was nothing about her that screamed “whore”, so why was she being propositioned like one?

The message was short and to the point:

Ms. Maddison,

Please find enclosed contract for your consideration.

Should you choose to accept my offer, sign and deliver

to me personally at my home address this Sunday, 3 p.m.

sharp. If you decline, I wish you every success in your

future endeavors.

Sincerely,

M.C

Hell would freeze over before she would sign such a contract, even if he was offering to pay her more than ten times the salary she’d earned at Corby Industries. How could she reduce herself to such low levels?

Yes, some of the duties were legit—working at his home office as his PA, collecting his dry cleaning, watching over the workmen who would perform the renovations he’d scheduled to have done to his house this spring—but the rest? No fucking way!

5.1: Be available 24/7, Thursday through Monday every week.

5.2: Submit to all sexual demands, within limits (to be discussed).

5.3: Grant exclusive rights to your body whilst contract is in effect

(no exceptions).

5.4: You shall only wear approved clothing (full wardrobe supplied).

5.5: Contract will expire immediately upon written request by either party.

The man must be on drugs, deranged. He had to be! What would stop her from going public with his offer and outing him for the sadistic animal he really was? He was well respected and revered within the community. This incriminating evidence could kill his impeccable reputation with one fell swoop.

Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. With a scream of frustration she crumpled the small note and tossed it in the bin in the corner of the room before storming into her bathroom. A warm, relaxing soak was what she needed. Her blood pressure was rising higher by the second and she needed to calm down if she were to get any sleep at all. She was mentally exhausted.

Saturday morning, she woke with a killer headache. She’d gotten very little rest, tossed and turned all night, her mind reeling with thoughts of how to murder Mr. Corby and successfully hide the body. How dare he want to use her as a sexual slave! He’d appeared so normal in the office, so professional, but his proposal was far from the image he upheld. She was having a hard time getting her head around his offer.

Piper had been in all of three relationships since high school, each very vanilla in nature. What Mr. Corby was suggesting was more of the Neapolitan variety. What was he planning? Did he have a “Fifty Shades” lifestyle? Did he intend to tie her up and spank her ass raw?

Fuck that!

No matter how poor she was at the moment she was not going to be anyone’s slave, and she didn’t find pain or degradation appealing, whatsoever. The very thought of submitting to a man and allowing him to dominate not only her body, but her life, made her stomach churn.

She’d walked out on her fiancé, Simon, ten months earlier. He’d been the perfect boyfriend during the first two years of their courtship, though shortly after she’d accepted his diamond ring he’d shown his true colors. He didn’t want a companion of his equal. No, he wanted a Stepford wife, a dependent woman who would obey whenever he said “Simon says”. She would die a lonely spinster in a house full of feral cats before she’d allow herself to lose her pride and integrity by being that kind of woman.

She would not be tamed.

After spending most the day cleaning her small apartment from top to bottom and then driving to the store to stock up on Ramen noodles and canned soup, she poured herself some wine and finally put her feet up. She didn’t usually drink but it seemed as good a time as any to sample the bottle of wine she’d been given as a termination present.

Sunday was a day filled with nervous energy. Again, she’d hardly slept and, after bringing her breakfast back up, decided against having lunch, choosing to stick to water. Three o’clock was fast approaching and the tick of the clock on the kitchen wall seemed louder than usual. Her entire body hummed like a live wire as she paced, unable to keep still for more than two seconds.

Each time she passed the counter her eyes shot to the set of keys lying beside her handbag as if the carved metal pieces held the answers. She had no intention of taking Mr. Corby up on his offer, but debated whether to ignore the incident completely or drive over to his house and tell him exactly what he could do with his contract.

She stopped in front of the counter, placed her hands on the fake marble surface and tapped her fingers as she glanced at the clock for the millionth time. It was 2:45 p.m.

It’s now or never.

She swiped her keys, grabbed her bag and shot out the door.

The drive to Mr. Corby’s took a little longer than expected. She hadn’t ventured into the north of the city many times and the traffic was heavier on this side of town.

She doubted her decision and almost turned her car around, several times, but if she didn’t get the anger out of her system it would eat at her until it drove her crazy. As past history had shown, she’d regret not confronting him and giving a piece of her mind.

The time was 3:12 p.m. when she finally pulled up outside the property. His house wasn’t an overly obnoxious design, but it was right on the beach and spoke of money.

Folded contract in hand, she got out of her car and inhaled a deep breath, tasting salt in the air. She was late and her lips formed a victorious smile. Take that, Mr. Corby!

After passing his silver Mercedes in the drive, Piper approached the front door and didn’t hesitate to knock. If she didn’t get this over with quickly she’d lose her nerve and run back to the safe shell of her car.

Seconds flew by as she tapped the toes of one of her fifteen-dollar ballet flats against the black slate tiles of his porch. She raised her hand, about to knock a second time, when the door swung open before her knuckles made contact with the black wood.

Mitchell Corby stepped beneath the archway before leaning his shoulder against the wooden frame, arms crossed at his chest, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smirk. Her gaze swept over the length of his body and she refused to acknowledge how good he looked in worn jeans and a black button down shirt. He even had nice feet, and the sight of her normally immaculately dressed ex-boss barefoot was strangely erotic.

No wonder he’s a sexual freak. No one can look this perfect without having some kind of hidden flaw.

He cleared his throat and her eyes darted back to his before he spoke. “You’re late.”

She glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”

His smirk widened as he pushed off the doorframe and then stepped aside, sweeping his hand into the room. “Won’t you please come in, Ms. Maddison.”

She squared her shoulders and accepted his invitation with a nod before crossing the threshold into the sparse foyer. The walls were dark grey with white trim and the only decorations were a black framed mirror on the wall and a thin black table below it where a small glass dish and a vase of fresh white roses sat.

She jumped a little as the latch of the door clicked loudly behind her. The sound triggered a rush of adrenaline to course through her veins. She was both angry and nervous, and with the clash of emotions her hands trembled and her pulse quickened.

“I’m glad you showed up, though it was very rude of you to be late. I insist on punctuality.”

Heat rose to her cheeks as she spun around, her nerves suddenly taking a back seat as anger took over. With two steps, she quickly eliminated most of the space between them and thrust the contract against his chest. “Fuck you. How dare you give me this!”

He didn’t flinch.

Slowly, he slid the sheets of paper out from beneath her hand and then flicked to the last page. His eyes paused a moment on the blank line where her signature would have been if he’d had his way. A scowl briefly etched his forehead—a mar of imperfection on an otherwise perfectly chiseled face—but as he refolded the document the furrowed lines disappeared and his face relaxed, a closed book once more. “I think you could use a drink,” he said, as he brushed past her and padded into the adjoining room.

She swore under her breath and reluctantly followed.

The living room was darkened but for the dimmed lamps, one in the corner of the room and the other on top of the side table beside an oversized couch. Heavy navy drapes covered the windows, preventing the sun from brightening the room. The atmosphere was seductive and smelled faintly of musk perfume.

He led her to the leather couch. “Please, take a seat.”

“I don’t want to sit down and I don’t want a drink. I came here to have my say and then I’ll be gone.” She stepped closer to his tall, muscular frame and poked his hard chest with her finger. “Your offer made me sick to my stomach. What makes you think I can be bought like this? I may not have much but I’m not short on self-respect. Not to mention you’ve insulted my intelligence, Mr. Corby.”

His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers as he wrapped his palm around her stabbing finger before guiding their joined hands down to her side. The pad of his thumb caressed a lazy pattern across the top of her hand and her treacherous body reacted, his soft touch sending tingles up her arm.

He pulled her closer and leaned his head down until his cheek brushed hers. “I’m not trying to buy you or disrespect you, and I’m very aware of how intelligent you are, pretty girl. I’ve been watching you at the office for the past three months.”

Warm breath blew over her ear and with every syllable he uttered her insides quivered. His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate, and as much as she hated to admit it she was tempted to bathe in his deep tones.

He pressed his lips against the skin below her ear. “Just give me an hour of your time, that’s all I ask. If you still hate me after that, I’ll tear up the contract and you’ll never hear from me again.”

She scowled, unsure if her displeasure came from his words or because he’d dropped her hand and taken a small step back. “What difference would an hour make? There’s nothing you could say that would make me change my mind.”

“Then let me show you what I can do for you. I’m not the only one who will take pleasure from this arrangement.” He tossed the contract onto the side table.

“You know, you’re extremely cocky, Mr. Corby.”

He held her gaze as his lips slowly curled into a smirk which could have won the devil’s own heart. “Yes, I am.”

Images of what that smirk might look like while he was naked suddenly invaded her mind. She wanted to shake her head as if it were an Etch-A-Sketch, wipe the mental picture before she did something completely stupid…like take him up on his absurd offer.

She cleared her throat. “And what number am I on your list.”

“List?”

“Yeah, you know, how many other women have you offered this kind of contract to?”

“Including you?”

She nodded.

“One.”

Her jaw dropped with a gasp of surprise and he took advantage, threaded his fingers through her hair as his mouth crashed onto her lips, his tongue confidently sliding between them.

It had been so long since she’d been kissed so passionately and once again her body betrayed her, weakened at the knees, relented for the beautiful man behind the beast. Their mouths moved in sync and her tongue met his with an embarrassing eagerness as she slid her palm up his chest. His hand glided down her spine and settled on her lower back, pulling her close. He was hard against her hip and behind her closed eyelids it was if she were riding a roller coaster. With each dip of his tongue her stomach jolted and she was free-falling.

He removed her hand from his chest and wound it around his neck before encasing her in both arms, his hands dropping to her ass. His hips ground against her as his lips continued to seduce.

Wait!

What the hell was she doing? This was not why she came here.

With new resolve she pushed him away. “I should leave.”

His eyes widened, for just a brief moment, before he appeared relaxed once more. “Please, not yet. Let me show you something first.” He ran his hand though his dark brown hair and held her stare. “Afterward, if you still want to leave I’ll walk you to your car myself.”

Something within his gaze told her he was being honest and she could trust him enough to favor this one request. She’d take a peek at whatever he wanted to show her and then she was out of there.

He held out his hand and she reluctantly took hold, allowing him to lead her across the room and down the long hallway of his home. When they reached the last door he retrieved a key from the front pocket of his dark gray jeans and slid it into the lock at the center of the doorknob.

A drop of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. “Why do you keep it locked?”

He squeezed her hand. “Because this room is private and I have a housekeeper who comes in twice a week. You can never be too careful.”

Her heart sped when he pushed the door open and pulled her inside. The room was lit with dozens of white candles, some littered the floor and there were several scattered across the walls on top of small wooden shelves just big enough to hold them. He still had a grip of her hand as he closed the door behind them. Her eyes spiked with fear. He’d brought her into his personal torture chamber.

There was a large wooden cross on the far wall which almost reached the ceiling, chains and leather cuffs at each point. A leather swing-type contraption hung from the rafters in the middle of the room and there were several padded benches and tables which also had leather cuffs or metal rings attached to each corner. She’d read about this in novels. She was inside his playroom.

The last piece of furniture her eyes landed upon was a large closet in the far corner. It was cherry red and glossy, and its shine seemed out of place in the room.

“You look frightened.” His brow scrunched as he let go of her hand and rubbed the back of his neck. “I promise, there’s no need to be. Regardless of how sinister some of this equipment may look, everything in here is designed for pleasure, not pain. I’m a dominant lover but I wish you no pain, pretty girl. That’s not what I’m about.”

Her eyes were wide with disbelief, her heart racing, and no matter how much she attempted to appear un-phased by the room she couldn’t control her physical reaction or her instinct to flee.

She finally found her voice. “Y-you said you hadn’t done…this…before, that I was the first woman you’d approached. Forgive me if I don’t believe a word of it but this doesn’t look like the setup of a novice to me. Are you trying to play me for a fool, Mr. Corby?”

He sighed. “Please, call me Mitch. We aren’t in the office anymore.” He strolled to the end of the bed and then sat, patted the space on the white duvet beside his thigh. “Come sit.”

She shook her head.

“Please? I want to explain.”

“I’d rather not, thank you.”

He titled his head to the side. “You did agree to give me an hour of your time.” He peered down at his watch. “I believe I still have fifty minutes left on the clock.”

Bastard!

He was right. She had agreed.

She nodded, her eyes absorbing the room once more before she sat beside him and rested her gaze on her lap.

He shifted on the bed. “I can only imagine what’s running through your head right now. You must think I’m a total deviant.”

“Well…”

“I assure you, I’m not. I’m just a man looking for no strings attached, and I want what I want, how I want it…when I want.”

“You think I’m a woman who can be put on call?”

“No, that’s not how I like to think of it.”

“Then, how do you think of it? Because the impression I’ve gotten so far is not looking good in your favor.”

“I’d like to think of it as two people who don’t want the hassle of a full-blown relationship, but take the good parts and accentuate them, nourish them.”

“You want a fuck buddy who’s at your beck and call and not afraid to walk into this room, is what you want.”

“Yes…essentially.”

“I see.”

She had to give him props. He wasn’t backward in coming forward. No one would know if she signed the contract. No one would know how desperate she was for human contact. No one would know how excited she really was to see this room.

“Why don’t you just get yourself a girlfriend, someone who likes a bit of kink? “she asked.

His hand wove into her lap, his fingers entwined with hers. “Because a girlfriend is the last thing I need. I don’t mean to sound callous, but I don’t have the time for one and when I am with a woman I like to be in control. I don’t want the emotional attachment a girlfriend brings. I don’t want to meet the parents. I don’t want the white picket fence and two point three kids. I want great sex, when I want it and with whom I want it. For now, I want that person to be you.”

She rolled her eyes, removed her hand from his, and then picked imaginary lint off her dress. “Oh, how flattering.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you not like great sex?”

Her fingers stopped moving. She was speechless. She couldn’t voice her innermost feelings. How would she be perceived if she did? Deep down she wanted him to ravage her and take all he wanted. She wanted him to pleasure her but could she actually sign the contract and still sleep at night with a clear conscience? Could she work for the man during the day and then fuck him by night? Could she truly submit to his desires and not form any kind of emotional attachment? She finally settled for, “Whether I like great sex or not is beside the point.”

He sighed. “Is it? Honestly?”

Before she could answer, his lips were upon her, cleverly coaxing her to agree to his every whim. His kiss was sensual and deep, his tongue teasing as he wove his fingers through her hair to cradle her head in his hands. She moaned into his mouth and clutched the front of his shirt as he pushed her back onto the bed. Her legs parted and his hips filled the space, rubbed against her as his lips left her mouth and traveled down her neck.

He gently nibbled the flesh below her ear before whispering over her skin. “Take my offer.” He lifted his head and pierced her with those crystal blue eyes. “You know how much I work from my home office. During the day, I need someone reliable who’s capable of assisting me. But…during the nights you spend with me, you are all mine. We’ll visit this room often and I guarantee you’ll love every minute of it.” His mouth returned to her lips as if he was famished and she was his only nourishment.

She whimpered as their tongues touched and the glide of his hands down the side of her neck and over her breast made her back arch and her hips grind against him. She had no control over her body’s reaction to his touch. She wanted a taste of what he had to offer even though a large part of her was scared to embrace it.

He popped open the top two buttons of her sundress and then slipped his hand beneath the purple fabric, rubbed his palm across her black lace bra. Her nipples hardened instantly and she wanted her clothes gone.

His hand slipped out of her dress as he rolled and lay on his side. She wanted his touch back. He grabbed hold of her fingers and pulled them to his groin, pressed them against his denim-clad cock. “I’ve been hard for you since you first walked into my office three months ago.”

She squeezed and he groaned against her shoulder. “Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he whispered.

Swallowing her inhibitions, she ran her hand beneath his shirt and up his chest, dragged the cotton until his torso was exposed. She tipped his chin back so their eyes could meet. “You have roughly forty minutes left. So, show me.”

He growled as he instantly tore his shirt off and sat up, pulled her with him to stand by the bed before leading her to a padded leather table. “Take off your dress.”

She shivered from his words, his gaze fixed to her cleavage. “What are you going to do to me?”

He stepped closer, his nimble fingers undoing the remaining buttons on her dress before sweeping it behind her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground at her feet. The backs of his fingertips brushed down between her breasts and stopped at the clasp of her bra. He flicked the metal clip open and then pulled on the straps until they slid down her arms and joined her dress.

He bent at the knees and then his mouth and tongue were on her nipple as he cupped the flesh of her breasts in his hands. His teeth grazed the pebbled peak and her head fell back, the ends of her hair tickling the top of her ass.

Her feet left the ground as he picked her up and placed her on the table. “I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

He gently pushed her to lay back, her legs dangling over the edge. Soft fingers teased the edge of her panties before he pulled them over her hips, down her legs and off her feet. He parted her legs as he swept his palms up the inside of her thighs, over her hips and waist, collected her hands to place above her head. The harsh rip of Velcro unfastening sounded in her ears and then, one by one, her wrists were secured to the top corners of the table.

He gave her a smirk. “Now, don’t move.”

She followed him with her eyes as he strolled across the room to the glossy red closet. He opened the doors but with his back turned she couldn’t see what he was up to. Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes and attempted to slow the fast beat of her heart.

Moments later, her eyelids flickered open when something brushed her knee. He leaned and hovered over her, his hips between her legs. “I have some toys I think you might enjoy.”

A silver chain dropped from his hand, dangled from his index finger. At each end was a small silver clamp. “Do you know what these are?”

A gush of air left her lungs as she forced her stare to move to his face. She hedged a bet. “Nipple clamps?

“Correct. Have you used them before?”

She shook her head. “No, but I’ve read about them.”

He chuckled. “You’ve read about them? What, like in erotic fiction?”

She scowled. “Yes, in books.”

His fingers none-to-gently tweaked her right nipple. “Oh, pretty girl, we can do much better than read about it in stories.”

Her back arched off the table and then both her nipples were being pinched, cold metal shocking her just as much as the sting of the clamps. No, she didn’t enjoy pain, but this sensation was different. Tendrils of lust shot straight down her body and ended in a dull throb between her legs.

He rose and pulled on the chain, eliciting a hiss from her lips as her back arched even further. “I’m going to show you what I intend to use, then I’m going to blindfold you. Okay?”

She straightened her spine and nodded, her back reunited with the leather.

He held up a small metal device which had a sparkling blue jewel on the end along with a bottle of lube. She swallowed the lump in her throat as he cocked his eyebrow and placed the items beside her hip.

Next, he showed her the vibrator he intended to use. She had a rabbit at home and, though his was different, it was about the same size. Last, he produced a black lace blindfold, neatly folded layers of fabric.

His smirk was the final image her eyes feasted on before her vision was blackened and the lace tied at the back of her neck.

Hands moved to her hips and pulled until her ass hung over the edge of the table. A small cushion was placed beneath her lower back and she was thankful, the position no longer uncomfortable. He spread her legs wide and pushed her knees back, the scraping sound of Velcro once again filling her ears, this time, her thighs strapped down.

Silence followed and the white noise soon became unbearable.

Her body jolted when the wick of a candle popped and echoed throughout the room. Her ears were on high alert.

Something soft and wet rasped over her pussy.

Oh god, his tongue.

Fingers parted her lower lips and his tongue delved between them. She tried to buck her hips against his mouth but the restraints kept her movement to a minimum. She surrendered and sighed as he sucked on her clit, two of his digits slipping inside of her.

Moaning, she tried to gain more friction but he wouldn’t allow it, slowly thrusting his fingers in time with the lash of his tongue.

Way too soon, he was gone, but he didn’t leave her hanging for long. When he returned, he leaned his chest against her breasts and kissed her as a cold, slick finger toyed with her rear hole. The pad slipped around the rim before pushing inside, spreading the cool gel in and around her virginal place.

“It won’t hurt at all if you just relax,” he whispered.

He slithered down her body before his mouth latched onto her clit and he eased the butt plug inside her ass. She was stretched but it wasn’t painful, the plug only small. He flicked his tongue and she mewled against her own shoulder.

A moment later the vibrator thrust into her core and she cried out for more when he switched it on. He worked her to the brink of insanity, her chest heaving and the lick of his tongue becoming rare as the muscles in her lower abdomen clenched and prepared for a mind blowing release. She’d never been so full, so blissed out by a multitude of stimulation.

The beautiful torture on her clit disappeared and so did the vibrator. She wanted to whine and bitch. She was so close.

Quickly, he released her from the binds and pulled her by the arms to stand, tugged her forward until she followed. After a few paces he turned her, the backs of her knees pressed against something soft.

The bed.

A zipper unzipped and the shuffle of his jeans falling down his legs was music to her ears.

His warm palm caressed her lower back before his body meshed against hers, toppling them both onto the bed. He grasped underneath her arms and shoved her toward the top of the mattress. “I want to be inside you the first time I make you come.”

His hips rocked from side to side as her legs opened and wrapped around him. His lips pressed against hers as his cock slid inside her pussy, a grunt breathed into her mouth. “Take my offer,” he said, on a moan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming their hips together.

She wound her arms around his back and lifted her lower body in time with his thrusts. The plug was still inside her and each time he was fully sheathed his balls pressed the molded toy in a little further. Her heels dug into his ass as he quickened his pace.

“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he gasped, pulled out completely before rising to his knees. He grabbed hold of her thighs and spread them wide, raised them, held them against his stomach before plunging his cock back inside. Each slap of his hips was more forceful on the plug and she imploded, her entire body shaking from the impact. He continued pounding into her as the orgasm of her life electrified her entire being. Her legs locked around his waist and her back arched off the bed as he thrust several more times before spilling inside her.

Time began again and his heavy breath reached her ears as he flopped on top of her wilted frame.

Eventually, he removed her blindfold and lifted his body, braced above her on his elbows beside her head.

“Take my offer,” he whispered.

She smiled. “Where do I sign?”

© Paige Thomas 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by Carrie Anne Ward

A sprinkling of Lace and a dash of Silk.

Midnight struck and the bells to the antique grandfather clock chimed in sync to each step I took down the stairs in to the grand foyer. The room was heaving with people, gentleman suited in tuxedos and beautiful women dressed in elegant cocktail dresses and ball gowns. I was surrounded in a sea of black and white. Fixture and fittings, furniture and ornaments, men and women all covered in the two very different shades, contrasting between light and dark. It was like part of a fairytale story I used to read to my niece when she was a kid and my brother roped me in to babysitting.

The air was humming with electricity; it was telling me that this night was full of possibilities. Yes, I could feel it, feel it tingling in my veins as I pulled down my mask and cloaked my identity to those around me. I was invisible to those who brushed passed me, to those whose visions glanced in my direction, a stranger to everyone within this makeshift wonderland, well, everyone but those two.

There they stood each one at either end of the hall. Two lost souls waiting for Mr Right to taking them away from the hustle and bustle of the bodies busying themselves around them. Tonight I was going to be their Mr right-now, but I could only pick one. Which one to choose?

I pulled at the cuffs of my tux, straightening myself out and stood deadly still, watching and studying each of these intoxicating beauties, like a predator camouflage in its surrounds. I was waiting, weighing up my options. Two very different women, but each one had something so appealing to me that I couldn’t bring myself to break free of either one of them.

Carmel was slender, tall and fair of skin. Her long straight, golden hair fell around a face that you could only imagine use to belong to a girl in a cheerleading squad, with her bright red lips and blue eyes. Not that you could tell behind the white and silver eye mask she wore. Where she lacked in the breast area, she made up for in the length of her long shapely legs. She gave off a mischievous, wild vibe, especially in that white, figure-hugging floor length, Silk dress.

Then there was Elisa, she was everything the opposite of Carmel. She was petite and her body curved in the right areas. She had the most incredibly cleavage, a tiny waist and a heart shaped bottom which screamed to bitten, and in that black lacy, fish tail dress you could help but notice it all. She was a natural beauty, with olive skin and her chocolate coloured hair tussled in soft waves, which framed a perfectly sculptured innocent face. However, that face was covered this evening by a matching black Lace eye mask.

Looking at the two of them, you would think Carmel was the wild and untameable one and Elisa was innocent and easily seduced, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. Even though Carmel gave off a sense of confidence and carefree nature, she was in fact a very shy girl who needed my help to bring her sexual desires out from its tightly closed shell. Elisa on the other hand was immensely confident, she knew what she wanted and she would, 99.9 percent of the time, get it. No one could force her into doing anything she didn’t want to do. Okay, I was sometimes the exception to those rules.

I craved the power in Elisa and the willingness in Carmel.

Tonight no personal names were to be used, so instead they will be called Lace and Silk.

Okay, you must be thinking… he is playing these girls, what a cheating scumbag! Well I can tell you, that wasn’t the case. Each one knew all about the other and they both openly accepted it. Neither one of us was committed to the other, and with the line of communication freely open, we all remained content in the agreement we had and the trust we had in each other.

The minutes were ticking by and I couldn’t decide. It was too hard for me to pick. I remained firmly rooted in place, hesitant in choosing, when they both turned their heads in my direction. My eyes flickered between the two. Why was it so difficult to make a decision? Normally this would be so easy. Then again this was the first time they were both under the same roof at the same time.

The air sparked, the chemistry sizzled and an idea came to me.

I straighten my spine, adjusted my bow tie and paused. With the confidence oozing from me, I waved me hand in the air, demanding the attention of the two most alluring women at this whole damn party. I crocked my finger for Carmel – or should I say Silk – to come to me. She nodded shyly and tottered through the crowd toward me. I snapped my head over to Elisa – who, of course, was Lace – and with one authoritative stare from me, she nodded and continued to sip at her flute of champagne which she held in her manicured hand.

Silk trod delicately up the staircase to meet me, stopping on the step one below mine. I held out my hand, like the gentleman I was, and she placed her tiny hand in my palm. I felt that connection, that desire rippled through me when my hand curled around hers and brought it to my lips. My eyes fixed with hers and I watched her body shifted ever-so-slightly under the power my glare. She knew her place with me. I was her superior, which she both feared and loved.

“Good evening, Silk” I whispered as moved my face closer to hers. Desperate to kiss her, but I tried my hardest to push passed the need.

“Good Evening, sir.” She answered in a sweet timid voice.

“You look absolutely mouth-watering tonight. Sir is very pleased.” I acknowledged my gratitude for her efforts to impress me that evening.

“Thank you sir. I’m glad you approve.” She smiled sweetly.

So innocent and so easily manipulated, hhmm the mere thought of her dropping effortlessly to her knees for me, had my cock stirring in the trousers.

“Okay Silk, I want you to go the master bedroom on the top floor. Here are the keys. I want you to undress to your underwear. I want you to leave on the mask and your shoes; I then want you to place your back against one of the bedpost and close your eyes. Do not move until I say so, do you hear me?” I noted with a firm voice. I showed her no compassion, but she never expected to see it. I was her master and she knew I showed my love with the dominance I relinquished over her.

“Yes sir,” she whispered and lowered her version to the floor.

“Off you go” I ordered.

She smiled, gathered her dress in her hands and hurried off up the stairs. I watched her leave from my peripheral vision and smirked with pride.

I took a few minutes to ponder over the nights events I had planned. Was I doing the right thing or was just being too selfish by expecting that both these women would play along to the game I had in mind?

My sight found a very eager looking Lace grinning wickedly at me. Damn, she was so menacing and seductive. I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to my request. This girl was always willing to put me to the test, to challenge me in an exchange of power play. I felt my hard shaft twitch at the image.

She swayed to me, swinging her agile hips as she slipped through the gaps among the hordes of people. Her dark eyes married with mine the whole way. She too stopped on the step below mine, when she reached me. I took her slender hand, like I did with Silk, and pressed my lips light on the back of her hand. She purred with delight when I made that connection

“Good evening, Lace. You look fucking breath taking.” I noted, from which triggered a sideways smirk to curl on to her pink lips.

“So do you, sir. Very handsome”

Oh yes, Lace was one hell of a cheeky minx and she know it. I loved that she truly embraced and yielded to who she was and the dark desires coiling inside her.

“Lace, I want you to accompany me to the master bedroom. I have a little surprise waiting for us,”

“hhhmm, how exciting. I can’t wait, sir.”

I held out my elbow to Lace. She skimmed her tiny arm through the gap and locked in firmly round mine.

We enter a room fit for royalty with its dark reds and rich gold surroundings. With its thick feet-sinking cream carpets, fancy decorative wallpaper and expensive embroidered drapes. The room was accessorised with Victorian furnishings – one of which was an enormous four-poster bed covered in crimson satin sheets. The bed was complimented by a shivering, half naked Silk resting her back against the post, eyes closed.

My heart skipped and my cock grew harder at the sight of her. I dropped Lace’s arm and went to my Silk. I watched her skin tremble under my touch, as I brushed my fingers up her arm and cupped her chin in my hand.

“Open your eyes please Silk.” I whispered.

She flipped them open and her bright blue eyes locked with mine. There was a look of frailty on her face but the lust clouding her eyes gave her away.

“I want you to meet someone,” I stepped out of her line of sight and her eyes focused in on Lace standing only a mere metre away from her. Silk’s body shifted and she suddenly look vulnerable. I smirked inwardly as that was exactly how I hoped she would respond, Lace on the other hand remained calm and impassive, I came to stand at her side.

You’re probably thinking… well hang on I thought they knew about each? Yes, you’re right they do, but until that very night they had yet to meet.

I brushed Lace’s long brown hair off her shoulder.

“You see ladies, I found it incredibly hard in making a decision as to which one of you I would have this evening. With both of you looking unbelievable stunning, I couldn’t bring myself to say no to one of you. So… I’m not going to have either of you. I’m going to watch the two of you pleasure each other instead. I will, of course, tell you both what I want you to do, however I will not physically partake. Do you both understand?” I barked.

They bother answered me with a yes sir. Lace’s voice was sturdy, whereas Silk’s was reserved.

The heat within the room had increased and I felt the beads of sweet protruding across my forehead. The overwhelming feeling of lust was curling in my trouser and the thought of my two beautiful girls pleasuring each other sent an ache pulsating to my groin.

“Lace, I want youto kiss Silk, I think she needs a little encouragement,”

Within the blink of an eye Lace was charging full force toward an exposed Silk. She grabbed Silk by the scruff of the neck and forced her lips to meet hers. Silk was hesitant but she soon gave in to the feeling when she knew neither I, nor Lace, was going to give in. She allowed Lace to into her mouth, rolling her tongue with hers and actually enjoying it. The image of their lips locked together had an uproar of sexual need to stir inside me. I may have agreed not to play with either of them but it didn’t mean I couldn’t give myself pleasure while watching them play.

The sound of lips smacking and groans of delight had me dragging my manhood from its confinement. I pulled a chair from the corner and placed it in the centre of the room to watch the show.

The girls were beginning to enjoy themselves a little too much, getting carried away with the passion taking hold of them, so I pushed my hand up in the air and clicked my fingers. Each one almost instantly dropped the other from their grasp and turned to face me. Lace licked her lips. I couldn’t help but wondered whether she was licking them because she was lapping at the last trace of Silk from them, or whether it was from the sight of me stroking gently on my large hard cock? Either way I love it when that cheeky little tongue tasted those beautiful pouting pinks lips. It was her way of showing me her gratification, which had me yearning to fuck her mouth.

There they both stood, Silk with her Silky white bra and French knickers. Hiding behind her white mask and shaking in her silver high heels. Next to her was Lace, Still fully dressed, but with one nodded from me she pulled on the zip at the side of her dress and let the lacy fabric fall in a pool at her feet. She stepped out and kicked it to one side. She was now equal to Silk. Half naked, with her black Lace bra, thong and garter belt which was attached to black Silk stockings. All of which was accompanied with her black Lace mask and dark red highs.

They were un-fucking-believable. They were willing and needy, passionate and both were eager to please me. Which of course, were all the right ingredients for one hell of a fun filled and extremely filthy night.

I order for Silk to go lay on the bed, with her hands above her and her legs apart. Lace, bound her wrist together and then tied the restrains to the headboard with the rope from the curtains. Lace was more open-minded and up for any challenge I gave her, Silk on the other hand needed a guiding hand, therefore I felt it only fair that she was the one to be used, as Lace abused her body.

The vision that bestowed me was one I would never, for as long as I lived, forget. I was a sight to be admired. Silk lay stretched upon the crimson satin sheets of the four-poster bed. Her arms bound tightly in place above her head and her legs prised apart with Lace kneeling between them.

“Lace, I want you to pull down your knickers, so that they sit half way down your thigh. I don’t want you to completely remove them. I want it to tease me as you pleasure Silk.”

She slipped her thumbs past the elastic hem on her thong, skated them over her firm oval buttocks and down her Silk thighs. She left them sitting about an inch shy of her extremely aroused, hairless pussy. Too many fond images of my cock sliding right in there, passed by my minds eyes and I shifted from the fire burning through me. It was so intense that I was struggling immensely not to run over there and give in, to fuck this girl to the point where she could no longer feel her toes.

I sat at an angle that allowed me to watch every single thing Lace did to Silk, but at the same point I get the perfect alignment of Lace’s sex. Watching as it slickened with her juices as she slid her fingers desperately slow in to and out of Silk.

The curve in Silk’s body, as the she bucked from her orgasm tearing through her, had her pushing her breast up and she aggressively pulled on the rope around her wrist, eager to be freed. Her moans of delight had me milk at my length with a brutal need that I had to rapidly release my cock from my hand to control the overbearing need to come.

I ordered Lace to fuck her hard, to bite her thighs and she willing obeyed, creating raw teeth indentations into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Silk was almost at breaking point and I gave her permissive to come. She screamed so hard that I was almost certain that the crowd’s downstairs would have heard.

Good! Let their filthy minds wonder what sinfully naughty things were going on behind that door.

Lace’s fingers with glistening in Silk’s come and she wasted no time in cleaning the mess up with her tongue, humming with the greatest of satisfaction as she did so.

The heat was beginning to flame like wildfire through my body as I went back to stroking furiously on my cock. I wanted some much to play piggy in the middle, but I was a greedy man and I would always be worrying that, whilst I gave pleasure to one girl, the other would be left unsatisfied and I couldn’t allow that. I am a man that never liked to disappoint. I am a man who needed to please.

“Lace… release Silk. I want you bother to come kneel before me!”

“Yes sir.” She answered.

She removed herself from between a panting Silk’s thighs, tottered around the side of the bed and unleashed Silk from her restrains. Silk rubbed at the red raw marks, admiring them with a fondness, but she soon regained her focus to the matter at hand when I clicked me fingers. She made quick speed in coming to me. Her hand intertwined with Lace’s and smiled. I knew instantly that a bond had formed there. This was the greatest moment, to date, with these two stunning women. I knew there would be no hostility between the three of us. Whoever said that three was a crowd, clearly never had two beautiful women to play with.

No orders we’re given as my eyes found Lace and Silk kissing one another. I couldn’t have been a complete sadistic Dom and demanded they stop immediately, that I never gave them permission to kiss, but where would the fun be in that. I felt the heat flow in my groin as I watched them embrace their passion so I pumped furiously and my erection grew harder. My breath began to burn, my chest tightened for a brief second as the muscles all over my body turn rigid.

I stood up from my chair and when I look back down, two set of hypnotising eyes, one blue and one brown, were looking directly into mine. They knelt there, calmly waiting with their hands on their thighs like good little girls and their mouths open. They of course knew what was about to happen, and within seconds my body juddered, shaking from head to toe. I hissed aggressively as I rubbed my cock with my hand and within seconds the warmth flowed from me.

I watched with desire hazing mind, glaring at my two submissive’s as they eagerly claimed my creamy seed in their mouths, desperate to take all of it. Showing their gratitude, as though they were two thirsty women being given water for the first time in weeks, lapping every single last bit of me from their lips.

I brushed my hands down the side of each of their faces, showing them both how extremely proud of them I was. Each one gave me a smile so different from the other, but both with the same feeling of love. Lace with that wicked menacing smirk and Silk with that sweet innocent grin.

I let them clean me of my come with their tongues, allowing them both that split second to suck on my cock, before zipping my fly and left the room without another word spoken. I left the girls to do as they wished with each other for the rest of that evening.

Don’t worry; I would definitely be calling on them both come dawn. I wasn’t completely insane; I would most surely be fucking them both at some point.

I wasn’t sure if it was the scenery, the drink or the masks, but neither of the girls would have entertained the idea of playing together like that in any given situation. However, what I thought was impossible, quickly became the best night of my life.

Lace and Silk really do work well together.

© Carrie Anne Ward 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by Deidre Meyrick

fractal

fields of gold surround him

blue sky up above

plumes of white shift and form

dancing shapes of cotton fuzz

he drifts to sleep

on dreams of forbidden love

of blazing eyes with fiery gaze

a touch that make him blush

then come the tears

hot drops fall to pepper his skin

arousing him from slumber

to awaken the incubus within

cracks and booms sound their call

as gods battles for what was theirs

the sun wavers as referee

electricity rides the air

he stands amid the open field

arms outstretched and bare

rivulets of raindrops meander to the ground

he closes his eyes

submitting without impair

a blinding flash of the brightest white

and by zeus he is once more claimed

a new lace mark etched upon his skin

a love affair renewed, his heart again enslaved

© 2014 Deidre Meyrick

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#LaceChallenge by Atwell Speaks

Laying

Skin to skin

Impossible to tell

Where she starts

Or I end

Her arms

Mine

Her legs

Mine

Secured

Around mine

Our breath

Weaving

Our bodies

Kneading

Our thoughts

Bleeding

Into each other

The beat

Of our hearts

Paced

The thread

Of our being

Embraced

Lovers

Laced.

© Atwell Speaks 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by James WF Roberts

Lessons in Lace

Touch of your mouth upon my skin,

embrace of your tongue around my heart.

Leather knee high boots you make me lick.

Leather on my tongue, lace on my thighs,

I’m in heaven. We are one. Man and woman

person and person, neither of these words exist,

we are one. We are one.

Soft whispers upon the soul,

as you kiss and suck, devour my earlobes,

orgasm for the mind. I lick your neck, we argue again.

What is it this time, is there life after death?

Lace upon my thigh

Am I a saint starving for sin tonight?

I slap your arse with the wide palm of my hand.

You buckle and shake, the lace confining your wrists

rubs up against the metal of the bed frame. For this moment

I am your God. Stockings and lingerie stretched beyond

their limits, your curvy sexy frame—my lurid, fat body

I’m the one who’s lost all dignity tonight, in this game.

We roll the dice, as we suffer

and succumb to all of our temptations.

Soft whispers upon the heart

as we kiss and fuck and scratch and bite.

I am you

you are me

together we are joined now

eternally. I am the sinner you are the saint

you—my temptation, what will now be our fate?

Lessons in leather

lust, love and lace,

You are my salvation

damnation, I’m hooked for life now

Just give me one more god damn taste!

© James WF Roberts 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by Tammy-Louise Wilkins

The Sin

The moment we succumb to the hunger for another, we descend into an inferno. Upon these sheets we contravene the rules of society and quench the thirst that grips us. What is lust when it’s not desire? What is sin when it’s not a transgression? A necessity adequate to anatomy’s appetite yet its consequence brands the surface for such “wicked conduct.”

But I transgress regardless like every addict with their substance of choice. Mine is sin and it all began with a single touch…

The callous pads of his fingertips linger on my skin, searing my soul as he brandishes his claim. His choice of enticement is the temptation of falling, to stain my wings with a sinful tint. To become a fallen angel like himself. I cannot help but be seduced by the prospect of being his mistress, his provocateur of desire and his maid to sate his requisites.

He knows the smokescreen I conjure, the camouflage I wear, and yet marvels its intricate pattern, pleading to witness what promiscuity lays beneath this façade.

Warm breath caresses my ear as he lists his forbidden desires. Could I be the one to free him of this suit of concealment? Could I open the gate to his wildest fantasies? Could we ruffle the satin sheets of virtue?

This uniform I wear is merely an addict’s deception of perception. Little did I know he’d soon strip me of its trickery, of my virtuous appearance, to explore what wickedness I hide below this lace of disguise…

Unknown

Lace upon the skin

Draped across my flesh

Concealing the feeling within

Building the surface afresh

Hollow vessels for eyes

Hidden beneath this decorative lace

Tear’s unsightly stain in disguise

I’m blinded from the derision in your embrace

Stripped of my illusion

A pool of delicate pattern on the floor

For your enjoyment, I believe the delusion

I am merely an object you deplore

Lace

A veil of perception

Demurring and defeating the attempts to debase

This carefully structured body of deception

Woven into the cracks of torment

Lace completes my soul

Seducing me down the decent

Of believing I am whole

© Tammy-Louise Wilkins 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by Zoey Hart

The day had dragged on

He needed release

Knew she’d be there

Waiting and willing

He followed her scent

Into the room

A note found instead

Sit down and wait

Kicking off his shoes

Unbuttoning his shirt

Making himself comfortable

Taking his seat

She walked in the door

His eyes roaming

Black encasing her perfect skin

So little hidden

Music filled the silence

Her body swayed

His demand growing stronger

She made him wait

Her back towards him

Gradually peeling off

Exposing her sweet treat

Lace pooled at her feet

Glancing over her shoulder

A mischievous grin

His pants now discarded

Desire in his hand

Walking to her lover

Painfully slow

Her performance just beginning

Now the real show.

© Zoey Hart 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by Grace Harper

The Mistress.

David stood nervously outside her front door. Checking that he was at the correct address for the tenth time, he pressed the doorbell. Tonight was his first time he would be at someone else’s mercy. David had a mixture of excitement and fear running through his veins.

The woman who opened the door, dressed in faded blue jeans and a white shirt un-tucked smiled warmly. He was expecting her to be fully kitted out in one of her Domme outfits. David mentally slapped himself of assuming such a cliché vision.

Mistress Scarlet invited David into the house and took his coat from his arm and hung it up on the coat stand in the corner of the hallway. He was struck dumb and didn’t know what to say or do. His body was already in submissive mode, and he waited for the next instruction.

“Do you any questions for me?” Mistress Scarlet asked David, she carefully watched his expressions.

They had emailed and spoken on the phone regularly over the last few weeks since they first met in a coffee shop. David had explained what he wanted, and Scarlet had agreed that she could accommodate his desires. She had also explained that they couldn’t just dive into his fetish but needed to build up to it.

“I only have one question and that is what do I call you?” David asked, he couldn’t look at her, his eyes swept over the paintings that hung on the wall next to him.

“Mistress will do for now,” she answered, it was too soon for him to have a name or for him to call her by her Mistress name. He had done a lot of research, and he didn’t expect anything personal from her this evening.

David was anxious to get started and began fidgeting as he looked around the large square hallway of her home for more paintings to focus on.

“Let’s get started David, go through that door,” she pointed to a white door to his left “and undress. Fold your clothes in a pile on the floor and stand naked in the middle of the room. You are to place your hands behind your back and drop your head. When I enter the room, do not look at me, keep your eyes looking at the floor. Stand with your legs shoulder width apart. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Do as I tell you at all times, and we will both enjoy the next sixty minutes.”

“Yes Mistress.”

David felt a pair of eyes on him as he disappeared through the door to her playroom. She had already commented to him that he was a fine figure of a man. David was six feet four inches tall, with dark wavy hair. He couldn’t wait for her to look up to him for the first time, wielding whatever implement she chose. She appeared to be pleased with her extra sized submissive.

***

Mistress Scarlett changed into her favourite outfit. Dressing for the part, thrilled her just as much as carrying out the pain that her clients needed. She knew that he would be hard at the sight of her. So she had to make sure he didn’t see her for long.

Entering the room, she saw David standing as instructed, she caught sight of his cock for the first time, and he was beautiful. She had never seen such a pretty cock before; his penis, semi-hard, ready for teasing. She looked forward to cropping it.

“Get on your knees slave.” She spoke with a commanding voice which instantly made him drop to the floor.

She loved the thrill of him being at her mercy, she quietly closed the door behind her.

“Being on my knees in your presence is no hardship Mistress.”

“I’m pleased to hear that slave, now keep quiet, or this will end, only speak to answer my questions.”

***

David loved that she was stern and in control, he felt himself stiffen at the thought of what she might do, the anticipation of what was to come next. He was excited and impatient to see what she was wearing, and it took every ounce of his energy not to look up until she said so.

Mistress Scarlett walked towards where he kneeled, the click of her heels echoing loudly around the room. David’s knees pressed into the cold stone floor, but he didn’t care, what was going to happen next made up for any discomfort. He had been waiting patiently for months for her to say yes. He wasn’t going to fail at this stage.

He felt the tip of something firm lift his chin, he didn’t resist and let his chin lift up. Keeping his eyes closed he didn’t dare open them until she said so. Nothing would make him jeopardise seeing her.

”Open your eyes slave, but do not move.” She said.

David opened his eyes slowly, savouring and taking his time about the vision that was to invade him. He saw that it was the tip of her shoe that had raised his chin as he followed the foot dropping to the floor.

Her feet, dressed in very high heeled, black peep toe stiletto shoes. He had an urge to lick them in reverence. Her toenails, painted fire engine red, and he wanted to dip his tongue in between her toes and suck on her big toe. He twitched at the thought.

David’s eyes reached her ankle, and it was clad in lycra, as were her calves. He drank in her legs as he scanned up her body until he reached her thighs. Shiny black material encased beautiful longs legs, he didn’t want to look any further in case he embarrassed himself. He would be devastated if he had ejaculated before she said he could.

Composing himself, David thought of anything but firm thighs in black lycra, frozen peas, garden furniture. It didn’t work, he was getting hard, and there was nothing he could do to control it. He loved was he saw, she looked every part the Domme, and he had only got half way up her stunning body.

He carried on looking up at her, his gaze burning a trail up over the curve of her hips. His stare found her waist dressed in a black corset, made of lace and ribbon. It cinched in her waist and flared out to cover her ample breasts. Lingering on the roundness of the milky white skin of her cleavage, he savoured the image. David wished he could stand and dip his hand inside the restrictive material and free her breasts to suck on her nipples. He didn’t dare move, he wanted her to do whatever she wished.

He finally climbed higher, visually tracing the slope of her bare neck and reached his Mistress’s face. Her eyes, also covered in black lace, her lips shone red, the same colour as her toenails.

Smiling, when their eyes met, he let out a yelp.

“Ouch,” David said but remained still. It was only at that point that he saw the riding crop in her hand at her side. The length of the crop reached her calf, and she had cropped the outside of his thigh once.

“Don’t smile.” She said.

“Sorry Mistress, I thought it would please you that I liked what I saw.”

“You are not supposed to like it, what I am wearing is for me and not you.”

“Yes Mistress, anything to please you Mistress.”

He instantly knew she had a wonderful power about her, the lycra suit was just a tiny part.

The way she stood, her tone of voice and chosen words, were her super power, and he wanted more. When he felt the sting of the crop, he wanted to feel it again. It startled him how easily he slipped into submissive mode. He wanted a good whipping, and he wanted her to do it. She looked magnificent, and he wanted to misbehave just so he could receive whatever punishment she saw fit.

“You’re smiling again,” she said and cropped his balls, “you are a disobedient slave, no one wants an angry Domme, slave.”

“No, Mistress, sorry Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

“Good.”

He watched her other hand lift up and the length of rope was held tight in her gloved hand. Leather gloves graced her hands to the wrist leading to her toned bare arms. His cock twitched again at the thought of her gloved hand holding his balls and squeezing.

“Focus slave, you’re drifting away from me, stand up.”

He stood in a flash, keeping his eyes on her, flicking momentarily to her glorious breasts and back to her lace covered eyes. She smirked and walked around him, her heels clicking on the stone as she circled him. She flicked the fleshy part of his calf, first the left and then the right with her crop.

“Do you like that slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She was behind him, and he could hear her walk further away, he felt disappointment, he wanted her to do it again and dropped his head as he waited. David heard a door open and then close, and the noise of her heels came closer. His heart lifted, she was coming back, he felt relieved.

“I have placed a stool behind you, sit down slowly.”

He did as asked, and his bare arse hit the cool wood of the stool. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“I am going to tie your wrists behind your back. It is at this point that you need to be able to tell me to stop if you are uncomfortable with what we are doing here. I am a fan of simplicity.” She said and paused and placed a hand on his right shoulder.

“Slave, if you want me to stop, then say your own name, loudly. Today is our first time, and I won’t take you any further than I think you can take. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand Mistress. What will happen next?” he asked.

“Once I have tied your hands, I am going to strip for you.” She answered.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, “that will have me standing to attention to the point of pain.”

Mistress Scarlett cropped the outside of his arse cheek, twice, hard, as punishment for talking.

“That wasn’t a question. I am pleased you will be standing to attention, it will make part two all the more pleasurable. Do not come until I tell you to, do you understand?”

“No Mistress, I won’t come until you tell me to.”

“Very good, we will see if you can accommodate my wish. Now, slave, you have asked for the full experience. I need to say out loud and not leave any misinterpretation, we will have sex while we are in this room. Are you still agreeable before I bind you?” she asked as she kneeled behind David and placed the rope on the floor.

“Fucking hell yes, I am agreeable.” David gushed out, he felt like a teenager again, eager to have sex for the first time, agreeing to any terms.

He heard a faint chuckle and watched her circle him once more, this time the quick flicks of the crop were on his outer thighs. They were quick but hard and left a warm tingle over his skin. He liked being admired, he worked hard keeping fit, he especially wanted her approval.

Disappearing from his sight, David felt the smooth rope being expertly tied around his wrists, and the action pulled his shoulders back and pushed his muscled chest out. His nipples hardened at the thought of her cropping his chest catching his erect nipples. Closing his eyes, he willed her to do it.

He felt her gloved finger circle his wrists, he knew she was checking the tightness of the rope. What took him by surprise was a blindfold covering his eyes. It pulled tight around his head, there was no room to open his eyelids, his heart raced.

All he could hear were her heels as a guide to where she might be. She was close, he could feel the heat from her body and then he felt her breath over his ear.

“I am going to strip for you now, stay still and don’t come.” She whispered and licked his earlobe.

“I want to see,” he said and instantly regretted forgetting to say Mistress and speaking his mind without permission. He was punished with a hard crop to his left pectoral, “ah,” he yelped, “sorry Mistress.”

“Better. Slave, I am going to lay my crop across your thighs, don’t move, or it will roll off. If it falls to the floor, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

After balancing the crop in his thick muscular thighs, she walked a few paces away from him.

“I am pulling on the ribbons at the back of the corset and loosening the bindings.” She said, and he heard a thud as something hit the floor.

“My breasts are naked and the skin around my nipples are puckering at the instant cool air.” She said, and David let out a groan.

He couldn’t see her smile as she carried on describing the clothing she was removing. Once she finished, all that remained were her leather gloves and her heels. She made is very clear what she was wearing.

“I want to see Mistress, please remove the blindfold.”

“If I remove the blindfold, it will end. Is that what you want?”

“No Mistress.”

“Good. You’ve done well keep my crop safe, I am going to take it back now.”

Lifting the crop from his thighs, making sure that she didn’t touch his skin she wrapped her hand around the braided handle and lifted it up. The end of the crop had a leather square and she dragged is down his torso until it reached his length, she cropped it once. He let out a hiss, from his mouth, but he still didn’t move.

“I’m going to untie you but you are to still not to move.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

She started to flick the crop across the side of his thighs, hard enough to make him yelp. He didn’t move for fear of upsetting her. The flicks became more often and moved around his body. She flicked his stomach, then the inside of his thighs, his back, each nipple. As each one came, they become more painful. He thought the pain was worth it to have her naked body circling around him.

David’s cock was hard, bobbing and twitching, it was like a homing beacon as she moved around him. He was nearly bursting, he could feel a droplet of liquid at the end of his erection. She flicked the crop, and her aim perfect as she flicked it clean away. It stung in the most pleasurable way.

He hoped the thrill of seeing his excitement was making her wet, he hoped she could feel her own moisture building up in her sex. He was told to continue to sit still, this would be an exercise in control. It was blissful torture, he was dying to jump up. He is told again not to come.

On the next circle around she unties his hands, he rotates his wrists to feel the limited freedom he is allowed. She comes nearer and stands in front of him, with her legs either side of his. The seat is low enough that she can stand astride him. Her breasts are at his eye level, but he still can’t see her breasts sway with her movement. He can feel the heat coming from her body, he has the urge to lean forward and run his tongue over her breasts. David remains still, concentrating on not coming and displeasing his Mistress.

She lowers herself down, very, very slowly. His jaw line twitching with focus, he knows what is going to happen next. His muscles flex in his arms and stomach, he is desperate to raise his arms but he doesn’t dare. As she sits, she positions herself over his erect, hard cock. It is killing him not to reach round and grab her.

His Mistress is finally sitting on his lap, she has captured him perfectly, and she sighs as she settles. She doesn’t move once she is fully seated. Leaning in she brushes her erect nipples against his chest and kisses him.

“Do not move and do not come, if you do we stop.” She repeats the words from earlier.

David doesn’t care, he is in heaven, he is inside her with no movement. The desperation he feels to start to rock, almost tips him over. She continues to kiss him an it is making it harder to stay still.

He wonders if he should try to press his tongue through her lips. No, he should wait for her. She is still not moving any part of her body apart from her mouth. He is relishing the feel of her thighs against his. He can smell her scent, feel the warmth of her sex grabbing his cock. She is moulding her lips to his and demands entry. He is all too willing to allow the first touch of their tongues. Who could refuse a woman like her? The kiss takes him to another level, he feels dizzy and intoxicated.

She slowly kisses him and feels him harden further, she has him where she wants him. It is a long languishing kiss, tongues dashing in and out of each other’s mouths. Fast and slow, the kiss carries on. Still he keeps his hands behind his back, and she doesn’t move on her throne. The intenseness escalates, and both he and she start to whimper. He hears her drop the crop that she held.

He is in turmoil, wanting to thrust but staying still with hands behind his back. She is an expert at control to keep him there. Her gloved hands stroke the back of his head and she kisses him deeper still.

Once she feels the sheen of sweat cover their bodies she knows that he is almost there. The kiss turns frantic. And she starts to raise her hips until his tip is just inside her entrance. Her hands come round to his chest and find his nipples. She pinches hard and slams back down on his lap, and she feels his hot liquid explode inside her.

“I told you not to come.” She says and stands abruptly, leaving the remaining orgasm to spill down his thigh.

“No! Please Mistress I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, the situation was so hot and when you slammed down on me, it tipped me over.” He said and let out a quiet, anguished moan, he felt devastated that he had disappointed his Mistress. He couldn’t believe he had a strong submissive side, he loved this happening to him, she was most certainly a Domme. He wanted to make amends but didn’t know how.

“Can I see you Mistress?” he asked quietly.

“No, you may not, I am going to leave you now, and you must not remove that blindfold until you hear the door close. I will be watching you, do not defy my instructions.”

“No Mistress, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He didn’t, he waited for the click of her shoes to disappear and the door open and then shut. He only then removed the blindfold. He was slightly disconcerted that he enjoyed it so much, he was addicted to her and excited at the prospect of doing it again. She was the real deal. It was just a shame that he had come without permission, had he ruined his chances at a second session?

© Grace Harper 2014.

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#LaceChallenge by P.J Bayliss

RESTRAINT

Darkness surrounds us,

Seeping from my mind,

Blanketing our bodies,

As I quietly bind.

Your wrists tight together,

Hemp rope and cable ties,

With a red silk blindfold,

Your only disguise.

Upon golden shoulders,

A familiar pattern,

Black roses with diamonds,

Embossed lace upon satin.

My knuckles flex,

To touch my moist lips,

As I closely observe,

Your curvaceous hips.

Protruding from,

The blue ribbed corset,

With your erect nipple,

Clamped in my forceps.

A tiny whimper,

You try not to resist,

My muscles flex,

In my wrist.

I grasp it,

Before giving a twist,

A pinch of pain,

Between us is bliss.

Goddess melts away,

As if she was butter,

Your muffled growl,

Emits with a stutter.

My knuckle reappears,

Upon my lip,

With white blazing grooves,

From where I bit.

Observing you writhe,

In timeless motion,

The white caps of pain,

Stirring her ocean.

I release the restraint,

From the stainless steel tong,

Politely asking you,

If anything is wrong.

You refuse to budge,

But manage a smile,

Replying to me,

I like your style.

Nonchalantly I inspect,

Your wrists turning rare,

Bound firm and tight,

Behind your rear.

My footsteps echo,

As I casually pace,

Circling you slowly,

Admiring your lace.

Garter belt stockings,

From thigh to your heels,

With a floral suspender,

Igniting my erotic zeal.

I struggle to contain,

My excitement inside,

Slowly I’m engorged,

Thick blood in my pride.

My hand on your shoulder,

Before I come undone,

Willingly you kneel,

Suckling to become one.

The bell of my glans,

Embraces your mouth,

Your throat swells,

As I force it south.

You relish my taste,

Choking on my flesh,

While I subdue you,

My erogenous pledge.

With a fistful of hair,

I tug ‘till you drool,

Pumping you hard,

As your cheeks become full.

I relinquish myself,

From the grit of your teeth,

Turning my attention,

To your goddess beneath.

She dances wildly,

Promising to shower,

As I roll into the room,

My tortuous plow.

Your heart palpitates,

As you’re wrenched to your feet,

I set the black dial,

To a steady beat.

I flick the silk mask,

Covering your eyes,

What you now see before you,

Makes you quiver and sigh.

There in the shadows,

Lurks the machine,

Quietly humming,

Glimmering and pristine.

Black matt framing,

Stainless steel dildo,

Three-quarters of a horse,

Thrusting to and fro.

© P.J Bayliss 2014.

This is Restraint Part One, Part two appears in PJ’s latest book Absence

You can also find more of PJ’s work on his blog and in his other book Burnt which is available from Amazon

#LaceChallenge by Abbie Foxton

The Lace Chrysalis

Evangeline is silent on the bed, still, encased in a lace shroud, a cocoon trapped inside a dream. Heartbeat echoes a steady rhythm, Mistress wakes, gasps, and stares at her lover breathless, shocked, her face veiled. Calm, she eyes her beauty, perfect shape and symmetry, curves tattooed in a silk chrysalis.

Wrapped in white, a complex weave, woven hieroglyphics. Her hands gently move over taut ribs and stomach, no seams to tear, no way in, to unravel, to touch her soft skin. Further she caresses, she twitches and starts to move, arching her back, undulating her body, gliding down the bed, the floor, the velveteen walls.

Slowly she crawls, gossamer sprays, she secures herself. She feels everything upside down, collecting stories in her mind, projecting colours through her skin. Colours that once seen render eternity. Colours of lust. Colours that elude tongue, ears, nose, touch, song, sky and earth. Beyond spectra standing in plain sight, humming in an empty cathedral.

It’s the colours they chase in their dreams, it is what they are.

As if space, all known physics and the fulfillment of time is solved in a slant of sunshine, reflected off the right dye on the right day. A colour that only exists in words or silence. Beyond violet, or yellow, as bold as blood or a rose… a beauty simple as black.

The paradise they see. The frills of peacocks tilting in nocturne twilight on a Egyptian scarlet palisade dancer could not compare. Sounds of lust, the sphinx drools with her once mechanical tongue, the scales of a rainbow, a note in a melody, a taste, to flavour her. Mistress positions cushions scared she might fall. Blue and yellow satin spins and turns into a giant parrot, squawks and flies around the room, nesting in a cornice of fleur de lis.

The morning light hits the edges, reflects back and forth across the room, oscillates wildly, spins and projects a passage…

‘look for a knife, tell the trellis a story of loss with edible flowers of eve’

Mistress stands and caresses her binds. Upon her finger a diamond band, needle sounds a wax cylinder, eternal ancient voices, Evangeline their sweet vessel.

‘…cut me free’ they whisper, ‘cut me free’ her sweet mouth moans.

Elegant hands tremble, engraved silver blades, no fear, no distractions, delicate love awakened, eye to eye. The oak drawer opens, the parrot swoops and glides, scissors sever the sky.

The first cut, she trembles. Minute incisions, tiny moths nibble their metamorphosis. Evangeline sighs, her mouth sucking silk, she cries close to her lover’s ear. Mistress opens her own legs wide, inside her thighs deft touches, exquisite in knowing that she watches, another tightly bound.

Second cut, must be delicate. Her nipples hard escape the weave, each breast gently reassured with soft tongue flicks. They taste like metal and blood. Voltaire is mesmerised, wanting, having licked them while she sleeps, Evangeline driven mad with pleasure, often wondered why it scratches. He wants to fuck her. Often, Mistress would come home, the place a mess, pigeon feathers, a half eaten head, anger mounted on the varnish. He jumps the balcony and sulks into the street to fuck some other bitches howling in the night.

The mayor’s wife shall be sleepless.

She cuts more. The shear’s slice a hollow sound of sharpened steel passing, pulling threads, cold metal pinches. A narrow valley, lines her wet orchid. Mistress follows the slit and she drips like a cut flower, open, pink and bursting. The lace is soaked with sticky sap she follows the trail of juice to her stem, begging like a thirsty mouth, tongue thrusts worships the forbidden.

The final cut to free this lucid dream, her pointed tips lift and shear her centre bare. Her feet, her legs, navel, breasts, her throat, her lips, to kiss, a tongue to suck, their hands clasp a passionflower, they become scissors falling in velvet.

© Abbie Foxton 2014.

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Find more from Abbie by heading over to her blog and by following @thehungryfox on twitter, you can also find Mistress and Evangeline on twitter by following @SacreCoeurNoir