Something to help the dreams along

 

               Something to help the dreams along.

 

 

 

Have you ever felt so totally absorbed by a single person you wish you could mould your body so it became part of theirs?

Have you ever trusted someone so utterly and completely you would have laid your life in their hands?

Have you ever felt a bond with someone so strong that you knew it was always going to be something much more than just 'love'?

 Within the words written here you will become to understand how such a bond is formed and how it can change your life forever as mine was once changed.

 I ask you now to open your mind, body and soul so that all the information before you is accepted and understood in the context of which it was meant.

Imagine the sun beating down unsparingly on the tight tanned flesh that surrounds my body; imagine the waves as they softly lap over my toes while I walk. Now feel me as I am glancing into the distance and seeing someone, seeing someone whom I have never met but from the moment I lay my eyes on him I have total recognition. Even before I spoke to the stranger I felt as if I had known him for years.

I watched his lips move as he spoke to me; occasionally I glanced down to see the golden reflection of the sun on his toned masculine form. I couldn’t help myself and I felt my crotch wetten in an instant.

 we talked for hours as we walked along that lonely sun kissed beach, never in my life had I gone off with a stranger but like I said before, from the moment I first laid my eyes on him I felt like I had known him an eternity. He told me about how he had been at the beach several times just to see if I was there so he could watch me. He explained he had waited many days and nights just hoping for a glimpse of me. This was the first time he had had the courage to speak to me in person. I heard how he had also got the same feeling from me as I had from him the first time he saw me, and how he had wanted nothing but to speak to me from that single moment in time.

I didn’t know what this meant, I hadn’t a clue where it was going to lead, all I knew was I wanted to see him again and the first night we parted although we had done nothing else but talk and walk, it killed me, I felt although my soul was being ripped from the inside out. The parting hurt me mentally as well as physically. The rest of the night all I could was toss and turn while I thought about him. Pictures of him flashed through my eyes every time I tried to close them.

Inevitably with me being as hot and restless as I was, my fingers began to wander. I pictured his strong masculine arms holding me, literally crushing the life from within me as he touched my body delicately with his other hand. I moved my fingers to where I imagined his touch and began caressing myself.

 

 All my life I had fantasised about a man who owned me completely, a man who would love me and hurt me at the same time. I needed someone who knew my thoughts, my feelings and desires. I needed someone who would take control of me and find my limits then push them to the brink. I wanted that someone to know every inch of my body as though it where it his own, someone who could make me bend to his every desire either with force or without.

 My fingers moved across my glistening breasts, the sweat began to seep through every pore in my skin, soaking my white satin linen as my fingers began to make my tight well trimmed pussy do the same. I ran my left hand from my neck to my breasts, as my right hand tendered to the most important part, making my back arch and the blood surge to every little corner of my being. I felt the overwhelming power of the throbbing as it intensified deep within my damp wet crotch, I couldn’t hold out much longer and under the cool breeze of the midnight moon I released the power within me, falling limply back onto my bed I closed my eyes and awaited the magnificent dreams I knew would beset my mind the second my body shut down.

 The following day as I picked out my wardrobe all I could think of was the amazing sex my mind had been having with the stranger all night. My still soaking wet crotch was wondering whether the real thing would be just as good and satisfying.

 Walking down the street where we had planned to meet I felt the dampness seeping into the gusset of my thong. I knew in a few seconds I would catch a glimpse of him and the thought drove me wild with desire.

There he stood on the corner, black trousers and a two tone black shirt, the light shimmering off it as he moved round impatiently waiting to catch his first glimpse of me.

 He saw me as I approached and walked towards me.

"do you trust me?" he said, rubbing my arms lightly and coming in close enough for me to almost kiss his lips but neither of us wanted to make the first move an so there we stood in  our pose waiting for the other to push the boundaries.

"yes I trust you" I answered, I knew I trusted him, I know I shouldn’t have done since we had only just met and he could be anyone, but my instincts were so overwhelmingly strong I had no other choice but to follow them. I took his hand and he led me round the corner.

 There on the side of the road was a yellow soft top porche, "your chariot awaits my lady" he said as he opened the door and helped me inside.

I hadn’t exactly dressed to be sat in a car; the dress I was wearing was very thin, very flimsy and extremely short. As I took my seat I tried to pull the hem down but to no avail. The crotch of my panties was just visible if viewed from the right angle, and where he was going to be sitting was exactly the right angle. My knees where high as the metal heels on my red shoes where very tall and that dictated how my tanned legs looked. Even if I do say so myself I felt and looked extremely sexy. The only thought that ran through my head was please don’t touch me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to touch me quiet the opposite, but I knew if he did then my thong would be so soaking wet that it would run onto the warm leather seats and be visible if at any time I was required to leave my seat.

After seating himself he turned on the engine, I heard it roar but most importantly I felt the vibrations of the engine through the seats. As each of the cylinders fired I could feel the pulsating throb of the engine start to work its way inside me. If I could have closed my eyes for a few seconds and touched myself I would have exploded.

As he revved up the engine I could almost feel myself falling over the edge of sheer ecstasy, he put the car into gear and just before he pulled off he touched my leg and asked me if I was ok. The only sound I could make was a very agreeable mmmmmmmm as my soft sweet pussy was thrown into the pangs of a wild intense orgasmic rush.

 That was it, we were racing down the highway with the wind rushing through my hair, my body was completely satisfied yet the hunger for him wasn’t. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to dig my nails into the soft toned flesh of his back and rip it slowly downward as he pumps me into overdrive, filling my entire body with his.

 We drove all day, stopping only once for some dinner at a quaint little coffee shop near the sea front. Around 7ish we were feeling peckish again, he suggested we grab some stuff for a picnic and go sit on the beach with it as the sun began to set.

 I had spent the whole day conversing with him, we had literally told each other almost everything about ourselves in the short time we had known each other.

After grabbing the stuff for the picnic we pulled up along the boulevard facing the sea, took our picnic and sat on the bench near the car and tucked in.

 It wasn’t long before the conversation turned to fantasies and the things we both liked doing in the bedroom. I was so shocked to discover that they ran along very similar lines that I poured my heart out to him. I disclosed my most deepest darkest fantasies.

The whole talk about sex was driving me wild, I watched sun as it slowly sunk into the sea. I knew that before the last rays of light had completely disappeared my thrust for him would be quenched.

I set my drink down beside me and as I turned around to look at him again he grabbed my face and kissed me. Our first kiss was as romantic as any first kiss could be, but I knew he knew what I wanted. I grabbed his face and reciprocated the passionate kiss that was his queue.

He grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me onto the bonnet of his car. Spinning me round he hitched up my dress and pinned me down. I was wild with frantic passion and lifted my knee up high holding it in place as he inserterd his stiff thick cock deep inside my gushing cunt.

Ramming my head onto the cold steel of the bonnet he proceeded to thrust himself deeper and deeper inside me, yanking my hair back occasionally to look at my face then forcing it heavily back down. I shuddered slightly as he pulled out, he could feel me tighten up and wasn’t prepared to let me cum just yet. I felt his huge erect end as it lingered for a while near my anal opening, the gritted my teeth slightly as he used the sticky sweet juices from my pulsating throbbing pussy to lube the hole, before slowly pushing himself deep inside my tight clenched ass.

 I could feel myself getting closer and closer towards the edge and I franticly tried to thrash out with my arms, trying hopelessly in vain to find something to cling onto as the waves of utter pleasure and delight swept over my whole body, touching every part of my being from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.

Just the waves were beginning to pass I felt him swell as he began to reach his peak, I grasped his arms tightly as he pumped my ass full of his warm sticky juice.

We both slid into a heap on the floor at the foot of his car. Both breathless and totally and utterly satisfied. There we lay for a while just talking and touching and caressing, totally oblivious to anything that was happening around us.

Although the sun had made its departure the night air was still warm, with both of our bodies still covered in each others sticky remenance of the passionate act which had just taken place, he suggested we go for a swim. Standing up he took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Picking me up and launching me over his shoulders he proceeded to jog down to the waters edge. Setting me down carefully he ran his fingers across the buttons which were at the front of my dress and began strategically opening each one in turn. I turned my attention to his shirt and did the same.

Once we were both naked we held each others hands as we took our first careful steps into the midnight blue ocean. The water was so cool and refreshing, each wave lapping higher and higher up my waist line as we proceeded further into the murky depths. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me from the waters, then smiled as he lowered me back down making me glide across his chest. Is I was being lowered I felt his cock harden and opened my legs accordingly. As he let me down slowly I felt the tip of his hard pulsating rod enter me. A smile crept across my face as its full entirety was finally inserted. He was using his whole upper body strength to lift me up and down onto him, at the same time I was using my nails, digging them into his flesh, each wave of the ocean controlling the waves of total delight which ran untetherd through my body.

The heat was seeping off our bodies in a cloud of steam as we walked casually to shore. Holding me tightly in his grasp, our steaming wet bodies entwined with one another as we made our way back to the car.

The drive home was silent. The only words spoken were the fits of laugher and giggles breaking out from within each of us occasionally as we recalled the actions we had taken that day.

 He drove me to my front door, kissed my cheek softly and whispered into my ear “same time tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” I replied.

As soon as I got in I climbed limply from within my damp clothes, rubbed my hair out of its clasp and went for a long cool shower. I didn’t feel the need for a bath I wanted to have something of him remaining when I retired to me bed for the evening. Something to help the dreams along.

 We had exchanged phone calls the previous evening but as I was meeting him in less than an hour I was indeed not expecting him to call me, before I answered the phone I saw it was him calling me. All that could go through my mind was ‘what if he’s calling to cancel’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a cheep dirty little slut who sleeps with anyone on the second day they meet them’ all I kept repeating to myself before I pressed the accept on the phone was ‘please god don’t let him be blowing me off, for gods sake, I think I love him’.

“Hello” I said shakily when I answered the phone finally,

“Morning, and how are you sexy on this fine morning” I heard his deep sexy voice reply,

“Very, very well now gorgeous” I answered.

“Do you remember that long conversation we had about our fantasies and that evening?” he asked

“Yes I do very very well, I am still dripping from it.” I replied.

“Did you mean every word you said to me?” he asked

“Yes of course I did I have no reason on this earth to lie to you, in any manner shape or form” I replied, kind of confused by now

“Do you trust me?” he said, those fatal words, the words he had used once before, I had trusted him once before and I saw no reason to doubt him now.

“Of course I do” I replied.

“Can you wear a black vest, a black thong, stockings and black heels, underneath a long coat and nothing else?” he asked his requirements where odd to say the least, but I saw no outward reason to deny him his little pleasures.

“I will wear whatever pleases you” I replied, trying to sound as humble as I could.

“See you soon sexy” I said in his low husky sexy voice.

“I’m looking forward to it” I replied.

The door bell couldn’t go soon enough for me and when it did I was stood behind it waiting for him. I opened the door and let him gain entrance to my abode. Kissing my cheek softly again he whispered in my ear “do you trust me?”

This time I laughed and gave him my usual reply “of course”.

Gathering something from his pocket he grabbed my shoulders and spun me round so I was facing away from him, I felt his hands move up my body and I looked down to see what it was he was holding. I had no sooner got a glimpse of the artefact which he held in his hands before he had placed it around my eyes and I was thrown into complete darkness. Relying entirely on his touch and guidance I was led carefully to the car and placed into the passenger seat.

The drive was longer than I had anticipated and well before we reached our destination my bladder was shouting at me for a release. I dared not say a word to him, I don’t know why I didn’t but I secretly enjoyed the intense emotions I was receiving from being his captive.

When the car finally rolled to a stop my bladder was fit to burst. Crossing my legs to the best of my ability I carefully removed myself from the vehicle, with his help of course.

There I stood at the side of the car while he left me. I thought I heard another mans voice, then it was confirmed he was speaking with someone, they where whispering but by now my other senses had begun to take over from my eyes and I could just about make out what he said. I recall the conversation to go something like this.

“That her then?” said the new voice in my midst,

“Yes, isn’t she just everything I told you she was?” he said,

“ow yes and much, much more. I must admit she is definitely a cut above the rest” said the stranger.

“isn’t she just, promise me that not a hair on  her head will be hurt beyond her capacity, don’t get me wrong I want you to push her limits and train her how I require, but please no marks, I have a surprise for her later” he said. This was kind of comforting but at the same time the idea of ‘training’ I must admit scared me a little.

“you can trust me with both your life and hers brother, have I ever disappointed you?”, so it was confirmed, he was his brother, either that or very, very close to him.

I felt new heavier arms clasping round my shoulders, a strong guiding arm leading me into the unknown.

Pushing his fingers underneath my arms he guided them slowly upward over my head. When he let me go I kept my arms in the position he had put them in. I know I could have struggled and made a real fuss about my predicament but I must admit that it was such a turn on, I just wanted to do as I was told. All I wanted to do was please.

I felt a tether of some kind being slipped round and round my wrists, holding me securely. The cool feel of the bindings ran through my body churning my stomach with both ecstasy and anxiety. I could feel the gusset of my tight black thong dampen instantly as his heavy breath caressed my skin as it flowed over, causing goose bumps to prick up as it went.

Then I felt the cool air slowly begin to work its way down my arms across my stomach, then gradually it worked its way to my crotch, I felt it blow keenly across the damp patch in my panties and inside me the insatiable throbbing sensations began.

Just as I was starting to topple over the edge the cool rush of air started to work its way down across my inner thighs, past my now quivering knees even further now, working its way right down the very tip of my toes. The feeling was unbelievably amazing. Never before have I ever felt anything like without the actual act of physical touch.

I felt new fresh bindings being placed around my ankles, I knew from this point onwards my life was in his hands. I made the decision there and then to trust his brother as implicitly as I trusted him, a decision I knew I could never retract before it was too late. All I could do was to hang there and hope I had placed my trust on someone deserving enough to receive it.

My eyes where blinded for quiet some time once the blindfold was removed from my face.

 

 

 It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light, when they had I was able to view my capturer first hand. He was quite a large man, balding slightly but it didn’t make him unattractive, not in the slightest, ok so he wasn’t even a shadow of his brother but he was in his own right quiet sexy.

I lent forward a little, bending my body slightly in the hope it made my figure ever more sexy, before I gave him the cutest smile I could physically muster.

I eyed him up and down and he came in closer to me to have a good look at my eyes, he seemed pleased with what he saw. At a quick glance around the room I couldn’t see my man any where. This put me on edge a little I must admit, now I was totally alone and strung up like a prize turkey. Although I have to admit it must have made my tattoo look surprisingly arousing and tempting, I was hoping that what it said would be happening.

Lickable’’’ hey what do you recon?.

“I see you are attired exactly how I ordered, you may please me yet” he said. That was the thought that finally hit me, I had already pleased his brother, what if he really wanted to ‘do’ me so to speak. The thought of actually having to have sex with this man had never crossed my mind until that moment in time, sexy as he was though the thought still made me want to heave. No matter how I could put it I knew I didn’t want to disappoint him but then again I didn’t ever want to be unfaithful to my new found love, especially with his brother.

Amazing how it may sound that thought went completely out the window the second he approached me again and went up behind me. At that moment yet again all I wanted to do was please. I arched my back slightly to allow him access to all my ‘major’ points, held my breath slightly and shut my eyes, as he proceeded to lift my vest up exposing my breasts.(03-04-05)

How I enjoyed his delectable touch as he ran his fingers across my nipples, cupping my breasts slightly, teasing me pinching my nipples slightly between his thumb and forefinger, occasionally nibbling on them to make the shivers of sheer lust curse through my body.

Then the play began to get harder, the slight pinching became more of a clamping and the nibbling to a biting, he was watching my face for my reactions as he went along his work. He enjoyed it when I was squinting in pain, and I knew it.

He was watching every movement on my face, every curve and expression I was showing he was well in touch with. I knew he could have done as he pleased with me but he chose to take things slowly and have fun with me. Now fun is something I can do. I decided there and then to set myself a precedence, something which id never even thought of before, maybe, just maybe this is what he wanted, if it was then I would please both him and his brother as long as I remained solely his.

The breast play was such a turn on, it was sending feelings down my body like short light bolts of electricity and each one made my skin stand up in miniature goose bumps as his fingers caressed me.(08-09-10)

As I nibbled on the tip of my erect nipple he would spank my ass, sometimes lightly and sometimes much more meaningful. It was the not knowing which was to come next which turned me on more than the feeling of the spanking itself, but the power he was holding over me was the ultimate way into manipulating my every move.

One of the slaps stung my right buttock so much I pulled away slightly tugging at my bonds. The disappointment in his face for those few momentary seconds cut so deep inside me I felt ashamed of my actions, even if they weren’t to be helped.

He walked over to a table and threw back a cover, revealing to me several artefacts of what I can only describe as torture instruments. He spent a few moments considering his next move before deciding on a plan of action, picking up one of the instruments and came back over to where I hung.

Slowly and with evil intent he placed clamps with a chain connecting them to my nipples. As each clamp was put into place he squeezed it hard, not to make sure it was secure but simply just to add to my torment.

At first the feel of the chains was nice, the cool metal complemented my skin. It made me feel hot and horney but also submissive and under his control. The teasing was the worst part for me at the start, he would run his fingers all the way down one side of my body and then use his tongue for feeling me up the total length of the other. My back would arch and my body would twist in a thousand different ways trying to get that one quick rub over the area I knew would push me over the edge. The problem is he knew it would push me over the edge and made sure all his touches and caresses where always just outside that particular area.

Then he began tugging on the chains, pulling it down, further and further, pushing my limits as I gritted my teeth waiting for the next painful tug. The tugs got so hard and so Sharpe they where getting unbearable, then as if he had planned exactly which tug it was going to be I screamed out. He had been waiting for that moment. The smile on his face spread over him like a curtain in an instant. I had given him the excuse he had required without even knowing it. Now my ordeal was only going to get worse, now the teasing was only going to intensify and now the smile on his face could only get bigger and better.

He walked causally over to that table of horrors and without pausing to take stock or decide which of the contraptions to use he just grabbed the one item on there he knew he wanted and came back to me. The object he had chosen turned out to be a ball gag, this was instantly placed in my mouth, holding my jaw open in a gaping fashion.

The gag hurt my mouth, it stretched the skin of my lips and made my jaw ache. There was nothing I could do though but put up with the implementation of my torture.

Although the gag was making my mouth ache and my lips sting it did however muffle my screams and moans, both good and bad. Mostly more good though as, as soon as he had the gag inside my mouth he let up a little on the hard play and concentrated mainly on the pleasing almost to the point of no return. It felt like hours as he played with each and every part of my body in turn, Making sure not to miss a single inch or crevice as he became intimately familiar with every point.

“You please me greatly” he finally said to me.

“I would like for you to please me to the best of your ability, all I want from you is for you to stand still while I bind you the way a female should be bound.” He asked me; well to be honest when he put this to me I had no idea exactly what he wanted, all I knew was that I wanted to please him, I wanted to give him everything to make him happy.

“Of course Master, anything you wish sir” I replied with as much conviction I could muster without sounding condescending. I mean how could I honestly reply unless I had clear instruction or even some idea of what it was he actually wanted me to do.

 I stood for him regardless and to my immense relief all he actually wanted to do was a little playing with the rope. How the course fibres tugged at my skin but I stood for him as he bound me.

I watched the smile on his face grow and grow as he was completing his task. When the task was complete he stood back to admire his work. The look on his face guaranteed me that I had done exactly what he had wished and pleased him.

There I stood till my knight returned, in all my glory. The look on his face also assured me I had done exactly as he had wished as well. 

The bindings stayed in place as I was given my reward, from both of them.

 

  littlered