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What’s he Done?

This morning, I read this on https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/32954897.   I just HAD to repost it!!  I am not a seriously political person, but I suddenly find myself set afire.  I WILL NOT stand by and watch these people lie, deceive and destroy so many of the things that make this country so Great.  As far as I’m concerned, we don’t need to make it Great Again, we have to fight to protect the things that make it Great Now!

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“I have some friends on Facebook who have asked several times why people are so mad. What has Donald Trump done in just a few days to deserve the reaction we’re seeing. Luckily, an old friend of mine put together a handy list which I’ve shamelessly stolen:
* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the DOJ’s Violence Against Women programs.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the National Endowment for the Arts.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the National Endowment for the Humanities.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Minority Business Development Agency.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Economic Development Administration.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the International Trade Administration.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Manufacturing Extension Partnership.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Office of Community Oriented Policing Services.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Legal Services Corporation.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Civil Rights Division of the DOJ.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Environmental and Natural Resources Division of the DOJ.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Overseas Private Investment Corporation.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the UN Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Office of Electricity Deliverability and Energy Reliability.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Office of Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Office of Fossil Energy.

* On January 20th, 2017, DT ordered all regulatory powers of all federal agencies frozen.

* On January 20th, 2017, DT ordered the National Parks Service to stop using social media after RTing factual, side by side photos of the crowds for the 2009 and 2017 inaugurations.

* On January 20th, 2017, roughly 230 protestors were arrested in DC and face unprecedented felony riot charges. Among them were legal observers, journalists, and medics.

* On January 20th, 2017, a member of the International Workers of the World was shot in the stomach at an anti-fascist protest in Seattle. He remains in critical condition.

* On January 21st, 2017, DT brought a group of 40 cheerleaders to a meeting with the CIA to cheer for him during a speech that consisted almost entirely of framing himself as the victim of dishonest press.

* On January 21st, 2017, White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer held a press conference largely to attack the press for accurately reporting the size of attendance at the inaugural festivities, saying that the inauguration had the largest audience of any in history, “period.”

* On January 22nd, 2017, White House advisor Kellyann Conway defended Spicer’s lies as “alternative facts” on national television news.

* On January 22nd, 2017, DT appeared to blow a kiss to director James Comey during a meeting with the FBI, and then opened his arms in a gesture of strange, paternal affection, before hugging him with a pat on the back.

* On January 23rd, 2017, DT reinstated the global gag order, which defunds international organizations that even mention abortion as a medical option.

* On January 23rd, 2017, Spicer said that the US will not tolerate China’s expansion onto islands in the South China Sea, essentially threatening war with China.

* On January 23rd, 2017, DT repeated the lie that 3-5 million people voted “illegally” thus costing him the popular vote.

* On January 23rd, 2017, it was announced that the man who shot the anti-fascist protester in Seattle was released without charges, despite turning himself in.

* On January 24th, 2017, Spicer reiterated the lie that 3-5 million people voted “illegally” thus costing DT the popular vote.

* On January 24th, 2017, DT tweeted a picture from his personal Twitter account of a photo he says depicts the crowd at his inauguration and will hang in the White House press room. The photo is curiously dated January 21st, 2017, the day AFTER the inauguration and the day of the Women’s March, the largest inauguration related protest in history.

* On January 24th, 2017, the EPA was ordered to stop communicating with the public through social media or the press and to freeze all grants and contracts.

* On January 24th, 2017, the USDA was ordered to stop communicating with the public through social media or the press and to stop publishing any papers or research. All communication with the press would also have to be authorized and vetted by the White House.

* On January 24th, 2017, HR7, a bill that would prohibit federal funding not only to abortion service providers, but to any insurance coverage, including Medicaid, that provides abortion coverage, went to the floor of the House for a vote.

* On January 24th, 2017, Director of the Department of Health and Human Service nominee Tom Price characterized federal guidelines on transgender equality as “absurd.”

* On January 24th, 2017, DT ordered the resumption of construction on the Dakota Access Pipeline, while the North Dakota state congress considers a bill that would legalize hitting and killing protestors with cars if they are on roadways.

* On January 24th, 2017, it was discovered that police officers had used confiscated cell phones to search the emails and messages of the 230 demonstrators now facing felony riot charges for protesting on January 20th, including lawyers and journalists whose email accounts contain privileged information of clients and sources.
It is as bad as it seems.
And today: the wall and a Muslim ban.

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Denied!

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It’s been a busy couple of weeks for us. Long hours at work, out of town visitors, holiday parties, a mini vacation, school functions, and virtually no alone time. Of course I’ve been horny, whiny, demanding and needy because of it and finally expressed my displeasure to him that I needed more touch and foreplay when it came to bedroom activities.

Yes, the “wham bam thank you ma’am” sex has been great and I’m not left unsatisfied. But sometimes I need more, I need the build-up, the exploration of his fingers, the firmness of his hand, his voice in my ear… Well I got exactly what I asked for last night.

He grabbed me by the hair and brought me to him. Kissing me gently with his ridiculously soft lips, but hard enough that his whiskers were stabbing me in the face. His hand started to massage my scalp, causing me to moan in his open mouth.

Slowly he worked down my backside, from head to neck, rubbing….. shoulders to torso, caressing….. small of my back to ass, kneading…. finally between my spread cheeks to a wanting pussy.

His firm yet caressing touch went to that of a feather as he reached my core. Barely grazing them as he worked from clit to rosebud. Why, why, why do all my girlie parts have to be encased inside my swollen lips? I lamented.

I lift my ass trying to meet his touch, Denied!

I spread my legs, hoping my lips part, Denied!

I bare down and squirm, rocking and humping air, Denied!

I close my legs trying to trap his hand against my pussy, Denied!

He continues the delicious torture for what feels like hours. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I say, “please baby” in a whiny voice.

No response, Denied!

He traces again, clit to ass, and up over my humps. A muffled “oh, God” is sworn into the sheets.

No response, Denied!

Firm hand squeezes my ass deliciously hard and then makes it way to skim the goods again.

“Baby!” I exclaim.

No response, Denied!

I start to kick and my frustration turns to tears.

He comes in close, lips against my ear. “You wanted touch, I’m giving it to you.” He growls.

I whimper from the heat of his breath and the sound of his voice, his fingers never stop tracing my throbbing lips and hungry ass.

“You wanted foreplay, I’m giving it to you.” He says.

Than I get a complete shut out when he tells me, “Tomorrow night I’ll take my pussy, but now it’s time for bed.”

No longer Denied!

His message has been received loud and clear. He will decide what I need and when I need it.

Period.

Written by Kristi at skiphopsexflop
I wrote that many moons ago in another life, another time… my best girl read it a few months back and her voice when doing so was absolutely captivating and sexy as fuck. it’s my hope she will read this again and do an audio recording for us. no pressure sugar!

Audio by MissAmelia at missameliaandsir
It was my ABSOLUTE pleasure to record this wonderful piece written by my Good Friend. Hope you enjoy. XOXOXO

The Awakening

A Friend of mine posted this on her blog.  It is private, so I had to copy and paste it here.  It moved me to tears because it describes what I have been experiencing perfectly.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Awakening
DECEMBER 18, 2016 ~ KRISTI
in a recent post about death i spoke about how i experienced an awakening and i wanted to share more about what that felt like. i did not pen these words but i very well could have as they describe exactly what happened to me and when i read them for the first time, there was very much a yes, Yes, YES exclamation that i was not alone in what i was feeling. i hope that you can find the same comfort and strength in this as i was able too.

The Awakening ~ Sonny Carrol

There comes a time in your life when you finally get it … When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out “ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.” And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective.

……….This is your awakening.

You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change, or for happiness safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren’t always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

So you begin making your way through the “reality of today” rather than holding out for the “promise of tomorrow.” You realize that much of who you are and the way you navigate through life is, in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you’ve received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift through all the nonsense you were taught about :

– how you should look and how much you should weigh,
– what you should wear and where you should shop,
– where you should live or what type of car you should drive,
– who you should sleep with and how you should behave,
– who you should marry and why you should stay,
– the importance of bearing children or what you owe your family,

Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin re-assessing and re-defining who you are and what you really believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown, or should never have practiced to begin with.

You accept the fact that you are not perfect ,and that not everyone will love appreciate or approve of who or what you are… and that’s OK… they are entitled to their own views and opinions. And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a “perfect 10″…. Or a perfect human being for that matter… and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head or agonizing over how you compare. And, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror and you make a promise to give yourself the same unconditional love and support you give so freely to others. Then a sense of confidence is born of self-approval.

And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” hungry for your next fix, a new dress, another pair of shoes or looks of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who pass by. Then you discover that it is truly in “giving” that we receive, and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of the giving. And you recognize the importance of “creating” and “contributing” rather than “obtaining” and “accumulating.”

And you give thanks for the simple things you’ve been blessed with, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about – a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, the freedom of choice and the opportunity to pursue your own dreams.

And you begin to love and to care for yourself. You stop engaging in self-destructive behaviors, including participating in dysfunctional relationships. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and exercising. And because you’ve learned that fatigue drains the spirit and creates doubt and fear, you give yourself permission to rest. And just as food is fuel for the body, laughter is fuel for the spirit and so you make it a point to create time for play.

Then you learn about love and relationships – how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. And you allow only the hands of a lover who truly loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch. You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say, intentionally or unintentionally, and that not everyone will always come through… and interestingly enough, it’s not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done to you or weren’t done for you. And you learn to keep your Ego in check and to acknowledge and redirect the destructive emotions it spawns – anger, jealousy and resentment.

You learn how to say “I was wrong” and to forgive people for their own human frailties. You learn to build bridges instead of walls and about the healing power of love as it is expressed through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture. And, at the same time, you eliminate any relationships that are hurtful or fail to uplift and edify you. You stop working so hard at smoothing things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating your needs with confidence and grace. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn that you don’t know all the answers, it’s not your job to save the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.

Moreover, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as you would want them to be, and you are careful not to project your neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love and relationships, and that that not everyone can always love you the way you would want them to. So you stop appraising your worth by the measure of love you are given. And suddenly you realize that it’s wrong to demand that someone live their life or sacrifice their dreams just to serve your needs, ease your insecurities, or meet “your” standards and expectations. You learn that the only love worth giving and receiving is the love that is given freely without conditions or limitations. And you learn what it means to love. So you stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that “alone” does not mean “lonely” and you begin to discover the joy of spending time “with yourself” and “on yourself.” Then you discover the greatest and most fulfilling love you will ever know – Self Love. And so it comes to pass that, through understanding, your heart heals; and now all new things are possible.

Moving along, you begin to avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends. You learn that talk doesn’t change things and that unrequited wishes can only serve to keep you trapped in the past. So you stop lamenting over what could or should have been and you make a decision to leave the past behind. Then you begin to invest your time and energy to affect positive change. You take a personal inventory of all your strengths and weaknesses and the areas you need to improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a plan of action to see things through.

You learn that life isn’t always fair and you don’t always get what you think you deserve, and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment. You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of God… but merely a random act of fate.

And you stop looking for guarantees, because you’ve learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens, you’ll learn to deal with it. And you learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time – FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears, because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.

Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY… the personal power and independence it brings and the options it creates. And you recognize the necessity to create your own personal wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart’s desire. And a sense of power is born of self-reliance. And you live with honor and integrity because you know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what beauty there is in Simplicity.

Haiku Champion

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The pedestal falls

Leave me to my hard work friends

I build myself again

 

**This was unanimously chosen as the winner of a Haiku Competition in the Open Category.  Unfortunately, there were six syllables in the last sentence, so they didn’t feel they could award it first place, but decided to name it second place as a padded consolation.  It was also written by my 15 year old daughter.  I am one VERY PROUD Mother.  🙂

After the Auction part 5

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The moments passed on, and I knew it must culminate. I looked at Monsieur, who looked back with a languid, eyes half-closed gaze, and knew what we both needed.  “Ladies”, I said, “You may be wondering why I have you shackled to this pole by only one hand.  That is so that you may use your free hand to paint your faces while we cum.  When we do, you will open mouths, place your tongues together, and receive our gift with all the appreciation I know you feel.”

The fever of their kissing increased, and two muffled, wet “Yes Sir’s” came forth.  In that instant I could stand it no longer, and felt the familiar contraction begin deep in my loins.  Amelia sensed it too, and quickly withdrew and placed her mouth close to my cock.  The slave did the same, and she shot her hand across to grasp my cock while amelia took Monsieur’s in hers.  In three quick united strokes, we began to cum at almost the same instant.  The women, mouths open, tongues extended and lightly touching at the tip, became glistening with our warm, shiny offering as they expertly manipulated two cocks to give each face and tongue a perfect blend. I thought for a moment that I might never stop contracting, and I looked sideways to see Monsieur apparently struggling to keep his legs underneath him.

As soon as I felt the shudders subside, I was greeted with the warm sensation of an unfamiliar mouth gently cleaning my cock.  I looked down to see the head of the slave, her hair threaded through amelia’s fingers as she guided her gently over my cock.  I then felt her mouth leave and amelia’s replace it, swirl for a moment, and then depart as I realized Monsieur was receiving the same treatment.  Back and forth the two glorious mouths went, until each cock was clean, two mouths at a time, duties shared equally between two dutiful servants.

My head began to try to wrap around the perfectness that had been this entire evening.  The incredible events combined in a harmony unlikely repeated in three lifetimes.  The stars shone just barely visible above the stunning lights of Paris.  The wet sounds of licking and kissing floated to my ears, mixed with contented sighs and the gentle touch of familiar and loving hands. The violin played on….

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The End

After the Auction part 4

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We lifted each woman to their feet, on legs still wobbling from the intensity of the experience.  I guided the slave, while Monsieur followed with amelia, and led them to the double French doors which opened onto a large deck.  Before us stretched an absolutely stunning view of the nighttime lights of Paris. The heat of the dungeon was replaced by cool night air, and on the slow and gentle breeze floated a soft refrain from a violin.  A large wooden pole stood in the middle of the deck, rising as a simple altar of sorts.  From it dangled a set of black leather shackles, hanging from a short length of brass chain.  I told Monsieur to place amelia’s left hand in the left shackle, while I placed the slaves right hand in the right.

“Ladies”, I growled, “Grasp the pole with both hands, arch your backs, and present yourselves to us, legs spread.”  They instantly complied, and I stood behind them with Monsieur looking at the glistening mess of feminine pleasure that coated their upper thighs and lower buttocks.  It was then that I turned to Monsieur and said, “As a final token of my appreciation, I wish for you to grace amelia with a cock-in-the-flesh, while I do the same with your lovely slave.  I believe now it is our time….”  With that I withdrew my shaft from its shelter, dripping with pre-cum and so bursting at the seams it was purple.

“On my cue.  One, two, three.”  In a seamless motion that almost appeared choreographed, I plunged into the slave as Monsieur did the same to my amelia. The ensuing sensation, both physical and mental, was intense beyond expectation.  The combination of the hot wetness of the slave, the sweet aroma wafting from both women, and the sight of amelia’s face as she slammed herself backward onto another man’s shaft, nearly sent me over the edge in an instant.  I saw the look of deep satisfaction spread across Monsieur’ face, and I knew that he was experiencing a similar euphoria.  I also knew that amelia was demonstrating the exquisite internal muscle control she was so good at, and he appeared to be approaching his own edge of self-control.

I reached up, grasped the slave’s long hair, and turned her head toward amelia.  Monsieur did the same, and again the two women found their faces inches from one another.  “Kiss her”, I commanded, “like you have been waiting to be kissed all night.”  Hungrily, the two tongues entwined again, with a fever even hotter than before.  I set into a rhythmic thrusting, and Monsieur did the same but in echo to mine. For a moment, the universe hung nearly silent, almost still.  All that could be heard was the “spat, spat, spat, spat” of thighs slapping into asses, first myself, then Monsieur.  I knew this moment could not last, and before I lost all control completely, I called out “Switch!” and again in a move that seemed all to fluid, I abruptly left the slave’s glorious hole as Monsieur did the same.  We switched places and plunged back into a waiting, wet hole, both pleased with the new sensation.  Amelia was hot and incredibly wet, and suddenly both women were pushing back against our cocks in perfect unison.

To be continued…

After the Auction part 3

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Within moments, I sensed both women were in such a state of arousal that orgasm was eminent, but I had plans.  I leaned into the slave and told her that on this night, I held the rights to her cum and on no uncertain terms was she to orgasm unless I allowed it.  “Oh yes Sir.  I would never Sir.  Thank you Sir for the beautiful gift of your wife’s tongue, and…..OHHHHhh, Sir I am fighting hard to please you, but if she does not stop soon, my body may give me up.” Her plea made me smile, as I knew how hard both women were working to please myself and the Monsieur.

“Take her off the cross, and lay her on the floor. Amelia, you may stop and help.”  With the help of Monsieur and amelia, we unshackled the slave and lay her on the floor in front of the cross.  I looked into the eyes of each wanton girl and was greeted with a look of pure animal desire mixed with unadulterated, liquid submission.  I withdrew my very latest creation from the bag.  It was another of my carved dildos, but this time, it was double-ended, and 12 inches in length.  I held it out to the slave, and she took it from me.  “Now, slave, here is my first real command of you.  You wish to cum, your body tells me in every way.  You have served so very well, and you will be allowed to.  But you may ONLY do so when YOU have made my amelia cum, by fucking her on this shaft.  I wish to see my creation bathed in the juices of both of your bodies.  I want you to fuck each other senseless, NOW!”

My final word had barely faded when she threaded her legs between amelia’s, and placed one head of the wooden cock against her dripping opening, and the other against amelia’s.  With a slight push forward from each woman, the cock buried itself in both pussies, and an audible “smack” was heard as their sex collided in the middle.

Immediately the two started writhing and moaning wildly, pushing toward one another as if each was trying to consume all of the cock for themselves.  Amelia, her ass still marked, her inner thighs glistening with her own juice combined with the beautiful trickling that came from the slave, leaned back and looked up into my eyes.  “Oh my beautiful, you want to cum, don’t you.”  The hungry, wanton stare looked back at me, and her mouth could only manage a barely audible “Yes Sir”.  Again I was so pleased, and I turned to Monsieur grinning as I told him “Reach down and grab amelia’s nipples.  Twist them, let her feel your power and command, and count down from 5.  Upon finishing your count, she will explode for us both to enjoy.” I glanced to amelia’s eyes and said “Do you understand my love?”  She looked back at me with her look of unconditional submission, and again mouthed ‘yes Sir’, but did not stop her wild fucking.  I then turned to the salve and smiled.  Sweat poured from her face, breath came from her mouth in ragged bursts of in and out, and she too could not stop her wildly gyrating hips.

I knew that the time was perfect to orchestrate simultaneous orgasms in these two beauties.  “Begin, please Monsieur”, and his hands slid from amelia’s silken shoulders to her erect nipples, twisted them sharply, and began counting in a low, steady voice.  I fixed my gaze on the slave’s lovely, hungry, obedient eyes.  As Monsieur neared the end of his count, I could sense amelia’s body begin to tense, and the slave’s eyes widened.  When he reached the final “one”, amelia’s body let go in an amazing crescendo of shudders, and I wrapped my hand around the slaves throat and gave a firm squeeze.  The sensation of my hand closing around her throat at the moment of amelia’s orgasm pushed her body over the fragile edge she had been teetering on for oh too long. Her release came with equal furry, and I dropped my hand from her throat and stood with Monsieur, watching as the two women locked together in the throes of the most mind-bending orgasms I had ever witnessed.  As their shudders began to subside, I stood behind the slave, while Monsieur assumed a similar stance behind amelia. “Stand ladies.  You have one more duty to perform”.

To be continued…

After the Auction part 2

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The two women stood before us, and while Monsieur and I sipped our bourbon, I sensed the level of arousal in the room rise to an almost palpable level.  We enjoyed the sight of the beautiful bodies before us, and listened to the moist sounds of their kissing.  I then grabbed each by the hair and slowly pulled them apart.  “Slave” I instructed, as she gazed obediently up into my eyes. “I wish for miss amelia to taste you fully.  Place two fingers in your slit, then bring them to her so that she can enjoy your scent.”  She did as I instructed in complete compliance, and moaned again as her fingers glided downward over her clit, then lingered at her soaked opening.  When she held her fingers before amelia, I saw a shudder course through her as the sweet scent of the slave’s sex reached her nostrils.  I pushed her head toward the salves fingers and said “Now, lick those fingers clean, and tell me if what you taste would please me”.

Amelia inhaled sharply as she wrapped her lips around the slave s fingers and seductively tilted her head back, letting the tip of her tongue drag along the side of her fingers.  “Yes, My Love, your purchase tastes absolutely divine.  I’m sure you will be very pleased”.

“Then you will fuck this beautiful slave with this, and while you do, I will grant you the first taste of her treasure”.  As I said this I released my grip from their hair, and opened the small leather bag I had sitting at my feet, containing some of my wooden creations, and extracted one of my favorite pieces.  It was a hand carved dildo, from a single piece of mountain mahogany, one of the hardest woods in North America.  Its surface was polished to such a luster that it was smoother than anyone would have ever thought possible.  I grabbed one of the slave’s wrists, and motioned for Monsieur to take the other.  I turned her toward the wall, and led her to the St. Andrews cross.  Seeming to know what I had in mind, Monsieur secured her right wrist as I secured the left.  We secured each of her legs and stood back to admire this incredible beauty.

Amelia stepped forward and knelt on the floor where I pointed in front of the slave.  “Now, fuck her amelia, and while you do, you will lick her gorgeous button as if it were the finest of desserts”.  With seductive eyes opened wide and hungry, she plunged the wooden shaft into the slave’s glistening hole, into which it slid effortlessly.  She slowly began to push it in and out, and very gradually leaned forward with her lips slightly parted.  The slave began to writhe and moan, and the moment amelia’s mouth contacted her mound she let out a cry of pure animal pleasure.  My own arousal began to mount as a true life’s fantasy unfolded before me.  As amelia’s licking began to increase to a fever pitch, and the dungeon was filled with the slick wet sounds of the dildo sliding in and out, I reached into the bag and withdrew a short, brown leather riding crop.  “Hand-made by yours truly Monsieur, a thin core of yew wood with a braided elk leather sheath.  You have been so gracious in hosting this auction and orchestrating such a memorable evening. Please, let amelia demonstrate the depth of her concentration, as we marvel at her skills”.  Monsieur gave the crop a quick inspection leading to satisfied approval, and in one fluid motion brought it down across amelia’s alabaster ass with a satisfying “THWACK!”  Amelia let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, but it came without a pause or hesitation in her task at hand.  I was captivated by the incredible sensuousness of my lovely bride lapping at this gorgeous slave’s sex, while the slave bucked and arched her back into amelia’s delights.  Monsieur gave amelia three more strokes across her buttocks, leaving now four marks, each a perfect image of the crop head.  I looked at the floor underneath her pussy, and was pleased to see drops of her inner juices beginning to drip.  Monsieur and I continued to watch and sip our drinks.

To be continued…

After the Auction part 1

Monsieur Modigliani presented the most wonderful and creative adventure for everyone recently.  He hosted an auction of his beautiful slave.  Professor was lucky enough to be the high bidder.  As a participant, the winner was required to write a story about what happened after the auction.  This is his multi part account of the events that unfolded.  Please go back and read the wonderful posts for Monsieur’s blog that described how we got to this point in time.  We hope you enjoy.

https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/youre-invited/

https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/2016/04/08/mr-ms-auction-begins/

https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/mr-ms-slave-auction-rules/

https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/2016/04/11/slave-auction-begins-in-30-minutes/

https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/2016/04/11/the-slave-auction-begins/

Blog post-4-20-2016-After the Auction part 1

I stood feeling a surge of satisfaction and arousal as my sweet amelia walked toward me, holding the short leash leading to the collar of my purchase.  A beautiful slave, held in the hands of my beautiful submissive wife.  Amelia looked to me for instructions.  “Monsieur has offered us the use of any room in the estate.  Take her to the 3rd floor, through the single door at the end of the short hallway, and make yourselves ready to present to me.  You know how I wish to have you presented.”

I waived my hand to the lovely Devonne, and requested two glasses of bourbon.  Upon their delivery, I handed one the Monsieur.  “Please accompany me to your dungeon, Sir, so that you may also enjoy the service your slave is going to provide to me.”  With a wry smile he accepted his glass of bourbon, and gestured his hand toward the stairs.

When we arrived at the third floor door, I walked in to find amelia and the slave kneeling, facing the door, knees together, palms down on thighs, heads bowed.  The sight of such raw, naked, unblemished beauty sent an electric pulse through me, and I had no doubt this was about to be a truly memorable night, likely never to be repeated.

Against the wall stood a large St. Andrew’s cross, and an assortment of shackles adorned the walls and floor.  The ceiling contained several connection points for suspension.  Opportunities abounded, but I had brought some playthings of my own, and was hungry to see them put to use.

“Amelia”, I spoke softly but firmly.

“Yes Sir”, she said, looking up into my eyes as was the custom when she heard me speak her name.

“Stand our beautiful purchase and lead her to me”.  She did as instructed, and the slave moved fluidly to her feet with amelia, without a hint of hesitation. Amelia reached out to hand me her leash.  “No, my beautiful.  First, you are going to inspect her for me, and you will tell me if she is to my liking.  Now, taste of her mouth”.

Amelia turned and softly placed her mouth against the slave’s, whose lips parted lightly as two tongues collided slowly in one of the most sensuous kisses I had ever seen.  My fever and breathing increased, and I saw that Monsieur was gazing at them in rapt attention.  “Cup your hands under her breasts, and place one in your mouth”.  Amelia did as instructed, and a soft moan escaped the slave’s lips. I looked into the eyes of the slave, and she returned my gaze with a wanton, hungry stare.  “Now, taste her mouth again” I instructed, and I was greeted again with the delicious sight of two tongues gliding together as amelia pulled the slave’s mouth to hers by the leash.

To be continued…

Important Things

Blog Post-3-30-2016-Important Things

This was an email I received from my Husband.  Couldn’t get shit done at work afterwards. 🙂

Yes, make sure you stay busy doing “important” things today.  Do not take too much time to think of me.  Don’t pause and let your mind drift to my hands sliding softly, then firmly around your neck from behind.  Do not be tempted to think of my breath alongside your face, and the feel of my fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back with a firm pull, putting your wet lips up where I can kiss them. Best not think too much about what the rope I am shopping for might look like, or feel like….about how I might cut it into 10-foot lengths, using each one to bind a part of your surrendered body, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and totally at my whim. Best not imagine how my breath will quicken at the sight of your submissive eyes looking up into mine, or how my cock will hunger to explode all over you, leaving you marked and smelling of my scent.  No, best you concentrate your mental energies on “important” things today, because time is coming when you won’t be able to think of a single other thing……

-Sir-

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