HNT-Reaching for you….

HNT-Drop Them

Sticky Sweet HNT

Short shorts. Faded blue denim.
Cotton ribbed tank. Pastel mint green.
Ponytail holding up cascading curls. Mascara. Lipstick: pale pink. French toes.
102 degrees outside. 75% humidity.

It is hot! I am glistening. Shining as I come in from running errands. The air conditioning is cooling, but not enough. It just seems to pull the water from the air, but not the heat. I drop the bags and head for the glass of cool chai he is offering me. The frosty glass meets my cheek before it meets my lips. He watches as I gulp down a few swallows in effort to cool off.

I bring the glass from my lips to cool my chest as his lips reach over to meet mine. They warm the recently cooled flesh. He trails sweet salty feathery kisses across my cheek, down my neck, across my collarbone and down lower. Once again warming freshly cooled flesh, this time the glowing flesh of my rounded cleavage.

Still I must drink more cold beverage to keep the heat from overwhelming me. As I try to concentrate on my drink his lips move again. He peels my shirt up bringing those tickling feathery kisses down my belly. My breath catches as the tip of his tongue dips under my waistband. He pops open the top button and lingers, spreading kisses over my lime green cotton panties.

My sticky sweaty body is has melted from icky heat to sticky sweet. Kiss me.

Happy 3rd Anniversary HNT

A Business Conference

I had dreamed of this day constantly over the last few months. Summer seemed so long. Yesterday he sent my first order. It read, “Pack clips, balls, plug, pearls & lube in your tote. Carry with you always.” I was a jumble of nerves and excitement.

Last night the message read, “Send text when you arrive at the hotel.” And so as my shuttle arrived I sent the message, “I am here, Master.” Nothing. No response. I checked in, found my room and resent the message. Was something wrong? He was due to arrive hours before me. I unpacked and checked my phone. Still nothing. I resent the message for a third time.

I was about to leave to go have a look around the conference space when my phone buzzed. I jumped. A shock of heat ran through my core. It read, “Clips now! Dinner 6pm.” “Yes master,” I sent back. I fumbled through my tote and found the cosmetic case holding my toys. My homemade clips went on. With my bra and shirt over them they would not be noticeable. It was 5:30pm. My panties were wet in anticipation of our long overdue reunion.

I was waiting outside the restaurant at 5:50pm. I had been trying to avoid getting there too early, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. At 6pm he walked up. I nearly cried at seeing him. It had been so long and we had been through so much to get to this point. He came over and gave me a big bear of a hug, pushing his chest into mine, sending shivers of heated pain through my body. He made all the usual pleasantries and we talked casually as we stood in line for our meal.

My mind was racing. Was this for real? Just give me some sign? How am I standing here pretending that we are just friends? I know this is the deal. This is how it has to be for both our lives outside of this fantasy, but I just need a little wink.

We sat at an empty table & I silently prayed that no one would join us. No one did. And still I got no sign from him that he was the one who had sent those messages to me. Halfway through our meal he looked at me and asked, “Do you have any paperclips?” I froze. Slowly I looked up at him. “I just need two. Would you mind getting them for me?” He smiled at me and I understood the game he was playing.

I went to the restroom and removed my clips. A painfully wonderful heat ran to my nipples as the blood returned to them. My phone buzzed. “Plug” I returned with “Yes Master.” I took out my lube and anal plug. I nearly came as I inserted it. The knowledge that I was fulfilling my wildest fantasy by obeying his commands was intoxicating.

When I returned my plate was gone. There was a cup of coffee waiting for me. Master was eating dessert. I took my place across from him, relishing the sensations as I sat. He asked for the paperclips I had gone to get. I sheepishly found them in my bag and put them in my fist. “They’re a little bent.” I said as I handed them to him. He smiled and tucked them into his pocket.

He was going to a lecture and asked me if I’d like to join him. “Um, okay.” I said looking slightly confused. He looked straight at me and got very serious. “I asked you if you’d like to go to hear the lecture with me.” “Yes!” I said looking him in the eye as I whispered, “Master.” “That’s better,” he said quietly. He took one last sip of his coffee and we got up to go.

Sitting through the lecture had been excruciating. I was sitting next to my friend, my master, my lover. We weren’t touching, but I could feel the heat of his thigh next to mine. I could hear the rhythm of his breath. I could smell his scent and it was driving me crazy. He was listening intently to the speaker. I was running a million different scenarios through my head. When the lecture was over, he stood, said good-bye and left. He said something about plans for the night. I was crushed. I sat back down and stared at the stage in disbelief.

Ten minutes later as I was making my way back to my room, plug now back in my tote, my phone buzzed. “Room 1274” My heart leapt into my throat. I hastened to push the button for the twelfth floor as the elevator opened on my own floor. Master was waiting, door open. I am sure I had the biggest cheesy grin on my face. He didn’t say a word until we got to the living room of his suite. He was just watching me walk in. No kiss, not greeting at all. The door shut with a heavy clunk. My smile was gone. I was back to a bundle of nerves.

When he finally spoke it was to tell me all the things I had done wrong or forgotten today. I had sent the first text 3 times. Just because he didn’t answer, didn’t mean that he hadn’t got the message. I am never to send a text more than once and am never to send a text when I haven’t received one from him first. I did not address him appropriately when he asked for the clips. I did not respond appropriately when asked about the lecture. I did not respond to the text to come to his room at all. Then he asked me if he had missed anything. I swallowed hard and nodded. “What!” “Yes Master.” I reached for my bag to show him the plug. He stopped me. He pulled my face to look at him. “Tell me what else you have done wrong today.” “I, I thought you had gone for the night. I took out the plug, Master.”

He opened his bedroom door and sent me in. “Put your bag on the bed, drop your pants and put your hands behind your head. I hear him fussing about. I hear things banging and being dropped on the bed behind me. “Spread your legs as far as you can. Keep your knees straight and bend over,” he finally says. I quickly comply saying, “Yes Master.” as I bend. I gasp as he quickly forces the plug back in and tells me how disappointed he is that his plans for the evening will have to be postponed. “I’m sorry, Master.” I yelp as he pinches my clit. His hand moves away, but I still feel pinched. It is one of my clips. “Oh god!” I thought. He yanks up my thong and barks at me to get in the corner. I waddle over as best I can and rest my forehead on the wall.

I’m not sure how long I stood there waiting. It seemed like forever. I heard him leave. I’m not sure when he came back. But there he was, holding me. The clip and plug were gone, so were my pants. My forehead was now pressed against his chest. My eyes were wet. He whispered in my ear. “It will be okay. You’ll get better at this. I love you.” I sobbed. I had so wanted to do everything right for him. I had so wanted to make his time as my Master a pleasant one. I had so wanted to please him.

Gently he moved me across his lap. He told me softly how much better I’d feel after accepting what I had done and moving on. And then the spanking began. I thought he would go easy after such caring and tenderness. I was wrong. Soon I was squirming and jumping under his hand. My sobs turned to yelps and then to screams. And the spanking continued. My bottom was raw. The heat was intense and I was dripping. Somewhere the pain became desire. All I wanted was to feel him inside me. I started to beg. “Please fuck me Master. Please!”

The spanking stopped and he roughly rubbed my bottom. His fingers grazed my flesh. They brushed against my clit and entered me for a moment. I moaned. But I was not to be given pleasure. I slid to his feet. He stood and lowered his pants and I greedily clung to him. My mouth found him eagerly. I lapped at his balls and left sweet kisses along his thighs. I took him fully into my mouth. I moved back and forth content to be giving my Master pleasure. His fingers ran through my hair and moved my head as he pleased. He pushed me back and I fell to my sore bottom as he came in my face and over my chest. I relished every moment.

Master sent me to clean up and I was allowed to sleep next to him. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how I would do better tomorrow.

HNT

Sorry I haven’t posted this week. I’ve been very naughty.

HNT - Gotta Love the Renaissance

Guess where I’m going this weekend! All those corsets and whips and leather. I can’t wait!

Master’s Desk (Part 2)

If you missed Part One click here.

I came back to the present as Master was unlocking my wrists. Just a spanking? He called me here just for a spanking? Okay, it was an unbelievable spanking, but he didn’t even have his release yet.

Master pulled my arms out one at a time. He massaged my muscles as he pulled on first one arm, then the other. I must have started to get up because he put his hand firmly on my back, pressing my breasts roughly into the no longer cool desk. I moaned around the gag and turned my head to look at him.

“Put your head down and clasp your hands behind your neck.”

“Yth, thr.”

I did as I was told. Apparently the spanking was not all Master had in mind.

Master locked my hands in place and oiled my sore thighs and ass. He massaged the oil into all the hurt. I could feel all the leftover tension seeping out of me. I could feel the heat seeping out of my pussy. Dripping.

Master mixed my moisture with the oil and began to play at my ass. I moaned with pleasure as his finger slid inside me. In and out. First one, then two fingers. Slowly he stretched yet another muscle.

And then I was plugged and Master was gone.

I lay, ass up, to the hot summer sun. I was content to be there: naked, relaxed, waiting for my Master. I was bound and gagged, collared and plugged. I was stretched completely. My sorry ass held open for him. My heart full. I closed my eyes and slept.

I woke to the sound of typing. Master was back. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. My gag was gone. Hmm. He caressed my cheek and I turned to kiss his palm.

“Good Pet. Are you hungry?”

“A little, Sir.”

He fed me a piece of watermelon and I licked his fingers. It was cool and delicious. I closed my eyes to savor its goodness. Master’s hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards the side of the desk and his waiting cock. I quickly swallowed so I could take him in.

Master pushed his hot cock over my cold tongue and down my throat. I gagged and struggled to breathe while he held me there.

“Mmmm,” I purred all over that wonderful cock.

Master fucked my mouth and fed me his hot salty cum. I licked my lips savoring his every drop.

I watched him return himself to his pants. I smiled at him as he sat back down at his desk. He pushed me back so he could see my tear-streaked face and the computer screen at the same time. Master fed me more watermelon, stroked my face, and continued to enjoy whatever he was reading online.

Most of the day, I lay across Master’s desk. Eventually he took the plug out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. By the time the hot summer sun made its way below the horizon Master had fucked every hole I had to offer.

When finally he released me, Master had to carry me to the bath he had prepared. My legs were weak. I was dripping his cum and my own.

Master bathed me in cool soothing water scented with vanilla. He washed my hair. He massaged my arms and legs. And finally he slid his wet soapy fingers in and out of my pussy and around my clit. Over and over again Master did this giving me one final release before wrapping me in a fluffy towel and tucking me into bed.

The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was hearing my Master’s voice.

“You are such a good little pet.”

Master’s Desk (Part 1)

It was a hot steamy summer day. Master and I slept late after an evening of heavy play. He made coffee and breakfast so I could stay in bed and rest a little more. After breakfast we showered, I was still in my robe when he pulled me to him by the sash.

“Put your hair up and your collar on and meet me in my office, Pet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I did as I was told and proceeded to Master’s office still with my lime green terry cloth robe. The first thing I noticed upon entering was his empty desk. Usually Master has stacks of papers and projects on his big cherry wood desk. The only thing on his desk now was his computer and keyboard.

“Come here, Pet.”

I walked around forward to the desk and then started around the side.

“Drop the robe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The room was cool and comfortable from the air conditioner, but I was now standing naked by the bank of floor to ceiling windows. The hot summer sun shined its heat through the blinds.

“Spread your legs to either side of the desk and put your chin on the desk.”

Huh? I have never been called into Master’s office for play before. Now he was asking me to bend naked across his desk. I hesitated and looked down. My cuffs were on the floor tied to the legs of the desk. My heart began to beat faster.

“Now!”

I jumped. I put my ankles next to the cuffs on the floor and bent over his desk. It was cold and hard on my naked breasts and belly. I lay my cheek down on the cool desk, arms at my side, and wondered. What is in store for me today? What new treats does Master have in mind today?

He buckled my cuffs, stood and pressed his denim covered crotch into my backside as he grabbed my arms and locked my wrists behind my back. He stepped away and, Smack!

“I said, ‘Chin on the desk.’”

There were tears in my eyes as I hastened to lift my chin. My ass smarted. I was not prepared for such a hard spank. Having my chin on the desk stretched me from head to toe. Master lifted my hips, pulling me to my toes, then came around to his chair and pulled me forward by my shoulders and chin. If I thought I was stretched before, I was mistaken.

Then Master sat and started typing. Surfing the net. Reading. My eyes could only watch his hands on the keyboard. My body gave in to its positioning. My eyes eventually closed. I was lulled to a kind of sleep state by the heat of the sun radiating across my backside.

I cannot say how long I lay there. Master absentmindedly stroked my cheek, my hair, my back. Then, Smack! I yelped awake. Master was gone but the sting of his hand was fresh on my bottom.

I concentrated on catching my breath and listening for my loving Master. I couldn’t hear him at all. I tried to wiggle and stretch my tightening muscles as best I could. My arms were especially uncomfortable.

Smack!

Master must have come in while I was concentrating on my tired muscles.

“You will be far more sore and tired by the end of this day, Pet.”

And then Master began to rain blows across my ass and thighs. There was no warm up. There was no mercy. My ass was on fire.

Master stopped and I opened my mouth for a gulp of air. It was immediately full. My gag was being tightened around my neck. My god, there was more coming! Tears spilled from my eyes.

I bit down on the gag and waited. I waited for it. I was ready, but no. I relaxed my jaw. I relaxed my clenched bottom. My knees sagged. My breath calmed.

Smack!

Hard, firm strikes. Across my ass and my thighs. So many I could not count. (Or maybe, just so hard that I could not count.) The heat from those blows ran down my legs releasing all tension from my legs and toes. It ran up my back and down my arms. I couldn’t think. All I could do was give myself over to the pain. Give myself over to my Master, my love. I was lost to the heat, the pain, the love.

A Little More-Happy HNT!

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