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The BBQ – Chapter 14


Both men broke from Amelia.  Rich began frantically untying her ankles as Professor did the same at her wrists.  As soon as she was untied, Rich reached over her back and yanked her up straight by her sweat soaked hair.  Professor pushed the desk aside and Rich forced her down to her knees and released her head.  With a man standing at each shoulder, Professor again jolted her chin up and commanded, “Take a cock in each hand, open your mouth and stroke until we cum!  Do you UNDERSTAND?”

Amelia uttered, “Yes, Sir,” as she leaned her head back, stuck out her tongue and began rapidly stroking both cocks in unison.  She alternated her head from side to side, licking and sucking both pre-cum coated heads.  Because it had already been an eventful night, neither man needed much persuasion to reach climax.  Almost simultaneously, both men lurched, shuddered, groaned and released.  Amelia continued a gentle stroke until both had completely emptied their loads, and stepped back from her reach.

Amelia settled back on her feet and exhaled.  She stayed kneeling there, cum covering her face, dripping from her mouth and cheeks, down her chin, onto her tits and finally landing on the floor.  She became aware that her own juices were seeping between her legs, making another puddle on the cold concrete beneath her.  She docilely raised her head and exhaustedly spoke.  “Thank you Sirs.  I hope I have satisfied your desires today.”  With that, she buckled and slumped into a limp form on the floor.

Rich rushed to her side and scooped her into his arms and headed for the house.  Professor ran ahead of him, opening doors and removing obstacles in their path.  They moved through the house until they reached the Master Bedroom.  Professor shot into the Master Bathroom while Rich sat on the edge of the bed, holding and gently rocking Amelia in his arms.  Quickly a soft, “Ready” came from the bathroom and Rich rose with Amelia and walked in.  Professor was standing in the shower and took Amelia from his arms.  He gently turned her so she was engulfed in the steaming water.  Rich quickly joined them and the two men gently and tenderly washed her limp, exhausted body clean.  Professor stepped out first and returned to the shower door with an extra-large, soft towel and scooped her out of Rich’s arms.  He carried her to the awaiting bed and softly laid her down on the satin sheets, and pulled the goose down comforter over her.  Both men slid into the bed on either side of her, and lovingly caressed her until her mind darkened gently and sweetly, and she drifted off into a deep and peaceful dream.

The sun was just lighting the tops of the pines in a warm early morning glow as Amelia slowly and luxuriously stretched.  She smiled at the unforgettable memory flowing through her thoughts.  Eyes still closed, she leisurely reached in both directions, only to find she was alone in bed.  She sleepily opened her eyes just as Professor strolled into the room.  She beamed an exaggerated smile at him.

Professor smiled back, walked over, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Wake up sleepy head.  It’s time to get a move on, we have a big day ahead.  We have a party to get ready for.”


The End

The BBQ – Chapter 13


Professor grinned broadly and said “how about we flip for it?” He produced a gold dollar coin, and told Rich to call it in the air.  “Heads!” he shouted as the rapidly spinning coin landed with a slap on the back of Professor’s hand.  He lifted it to reveal that Rich had won the toss, who grinned as he said in a low voice “I believe I will have her mouth first”.  He walked around to her head and opened his pants, exposing his semi-erect cock.  Grabbing a fistful of hair, he jerked her head up and rammed his cock into her open and salivating mouth.  In two short pumps, he was fully erect.  He continued to fuck her mouth, driving deep into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and gasp for breathe with every retraction.

Professor had risen, removed his pants and walked up behind Amelia.  He caressed her ass cheeks gently, rubbing over her bright red markings.  His hands slowly slid to the side, caressing her womanly hips.  He paused for a brief moment and then plunged his hard cock deep into her awaiting pussy.  He proceeded to pump himself fully in and out, moaning at every warm, wet stroke.

After a few glorious minutes in this rhythm, Rich opened his eyes and almost breathlessly asked, “Is it time to switch my friend?”  Professor nodded, also seeming slightly out of breath. Both men removed themselves from their respective hole and danced past each other to their new locations.  Amelia used the respite to catch her breath.

She only had a brief reprieve before Professor shoved his cock into her mouth.  “Like the taste of your pussy, my love?  The salty tang of your own juice on your tongue?”  Amelia, unable to talk with her mouth full of Professor, responded with a muffled groan.

Rich, having completely removed his pants as he stood behind Amelia, removed his belt from the loops.  He stepped to the side, raised his hand that held the doubled over belt, and came down with a crisp SWACK! across Amelia’s auburn ass.

Not expecting the hit, Amelia violently jerked, causing Professors cock to fall from her mouth.  Professor found this utterly displeasing and landed a swift hand across her unprotected cheek.  “Best NOT loose concentration again, dear, or you will get much worse than that,” he warned her as he drove his cock straight to the back of her throat, holding it there, causing her to fiercely gag.

Rich had slid the belt under Amelia’s hips and now used it as reins to pull her back onto his still-erect cock, which now occupied her hot pussy hole.  He pulled and pounded stroke after stroke, deeply penetrating with each hip thrust. Amelia let out a small whimper as he hit the back of her deep hole with each blow.

After a few delicious minutes in these assault positions, Professor grunted, “I have a serious need to cum on this bitch.  Are you ready?”

“YES!  Me too,” panted from Rich’s mouth.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 12


Amelia was wildly writhing in her seat, gasping and moaning like she was drowning.  At the peak of her excitement, Rich lifted his head and rammed the wood toy into her open cunt.  Her whole body convulsed in a violent shuddering spasm, as her pussy released its juices in a powerful gush, running down over the chair and wood pieces underneath.  The panting breath emanating from her lips was shallow and erratic, failing to deliver any substantial amount of oxygen.  Amelia felt herself beginning to float.

Rich leaned in, so his forehead pressed against hers and asked, through his own panting breath, “Are you my Fuck Girl?”  Before she even had a chance to answer he snarled, through clenched teeth, “I KNOW you ARE!” and yanked her out of the chair by her hair.  He stood her in front of him and took her nipple between the fingers of his free hand, and powerfully twisted and pinched it, causing Amelia to drop to her knees as she reached another mind-blowing orgasm.

Professor had thrown the chair across the room and kicked the cum-soaked wood to the side.  He had replaced it with a sturdy narrow table.  He walked over to the other two, and with Rich’s assistance, brought Amelia to her feet and draped her over the table.  Professor began binding her wrists to the two legs on one side as Rich bound her ankles to the two legs on the other.  The men walked to a work table and retrieve two leather floggers.  They walked around to Amelia’s head and pulled her face up by her hair.  Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the floggers, and a weak smile grew across her face as she whispered, “Yes, please, Sirs.”

They dropped her head and immediately circled to her presented ass and begin an alternating assault.  SWICK! SWACK! SWICK! SWACK!  The floggers make a perfect rhythm as they turned her cheeks a deep crimson red.  After a battering that consisted of at least 40 lashes, they both stopped, stood back and admired their handy work.  Professor smiled as he noticed the streams of fluid flowing down her legs, emanating from her over-saturated pussy.

Amelia weakly lifted her head and meekly spoke.  “Please, Sirs.  Please fuck me now, Sirs.”

Professor walked over and squatted down next to her head.  He gently placed his hand under her chin and supported it while he looked lovingly into her eyes.  He tenderly kissed her lips and asked, “Are you ready to be fucked now, Baby?”

“Yes, Please, Sir” she begged.

He looked at her adoringly then glanced over at Richard and smiled.  Turning his head back to face Amelia, he chuckled and said, “Nope!  Not yet.  I need a beer.  How about you Rich?”  He dropped her chin and the two of them walked out of the room.  They returned shortly with two beers, pulled up a couple of lawn chairs behind her, reclined and began appreciating their drinks and the view.

Amelia waited patiently, draped and bound to the table, for whatever would come next.  Her desire to please was coursing powerfully through her body like never before.  The juices continued to run down her legs.  Her head was fuzzy, but her breathing had steadied.  She was totally consumed and floating in her glorious sub-space.  She just couldn’t wait another minute and began begging again, “PLEASE!  PLEASE, Sirs!  I NEED to serve your needs.  PLEASE use me, Sirs.”

As the two men smiled and finished their beers, Professor asked, “Rich, would you like first shot at her mouth or her ass?”

“Please, you choose.  It’s your house, and decidedly, your Bitch,” Rich light-heartedly replied.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 11


He led them both into the large garage on the side of the house.  It was his workspace, and even though she didn’t go there often, she immediately noticed something was different.  Only one light hung in the middle of the room.  Under it was a large round of pine firewood surrounded by a scattering of wood chips.  Clearly, he had been carving.  There was a sturdy, comfortable camp chair sitting next to the firewood round, elevated a foot or so off the ground on a neat stack of oak lumber.  In a flash, Professor spun Amelia around and kissed her hard.  As they kissed, he moved her across the room, almost like they were dancing.  When they finally stopped, Professor spun her around again and sat her in the elevated chair.  He moved swiftly around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.  She was dazed by the feeling of floating across the room until she realized that he was now forcibly holding her in the chair.

“Sir, what is going on?” she asked quietly, still trying to get her bearings.

“Take off her skirt,” Professor instructed Richard.  Richard complied in one violent rip, leaving her skirt in shreds.  “Drape her legs over the arms of the chair,” Professor instructed again.

Rich again complied, but this time he leaned forward, placed both his hands on the arms of the chair in front of her legs and growled in her face, “Don’t move a muscle.  Do you understand?”

Amelia, now breathing harder with sweat dripping down her neck, hesitantly answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Out of his back pocket, Professor produced a clothes pin and handed it to Rich.  He began to speak with a familiar intensity to his voice.  “Put this on her clit.  Leave it there until the pain builds, until the sensation starts to be too much.  You will see it in her eyes and you will see it in her dripping, wet pussy.  Then, take it off, let the relief flood her….and just when she seems to begin to catch her breath, I want you to lick her until she cums….hard.”

Rich’s eyes darkened to a midnight black.  He pulled the firewood round up in front of her spread legs, sat down and stared at Amelia’s pussy.  He saw that it was falling open and sopping wet in front of him like a delicious buffet.  He smiled, clipped her clit and sat back to wait.

Amelia writhed with the desire and pain.  The pain of the pinch on her clit shot straight to her core.  She breathed harder, her heart raced, her pussy pulsed and her juices gathered to lubricate her inviting hole.  The intensity began building, continued some more, and then built even further yet.  She was beginning to think it was going be impossible to hold still.  She couldn’t speak.  She was reaching her ultimate limits.

At the exact moment before it became too much, just as she was on the brink of using her safe word, Rich removed the clip.  The rush of blood and relief was blazingly intense.  He quickly massaged her bright pink button, then smiled as he leaned forward and began to feverishly lick her.  His began with long, broad licks, using the full width of his tongue.  The sensation provided almost instant relief for her aching clit.  He then began varying his patterns.  Sometimes soft flicks of the clit with just the tip of his tongue.  Sometimes he made small circles, first one way, and then the other.  And sometimes he left her clit all together and plunged his tongue deep into her sopping wet hole, nearly causing the total loss of Amelia’s ability to breathe.

Amelia was completely engrossed in the pleasure coming from Rich’s extremely talented mouth, when she was shocked back into awareness as Professor took out his pocket knife and split her shirt open from neck to navel.  He stabbed the knife into the wood under her chair and began to roughly fondle her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples with great aggression.  They were tortured, pinched, tugged, pulled and pushed with the full force his nimble fingers.  Amelia began thrashing in the chair as she felt herself moving ever closer to her total release.

Professor reached under a crumpled towel next to him on the floor, and retrieved his latest wood creation.  It was a perfectly carved and sanded sexual specimen.  It was long and thick, with rows of perfectly shaped bumps for serious stimulation.  He ran its smoothness across Amelia’s neck and plunged it between her breasts.  He then instructed Rich, “As soon as she cums, jam this hard into to her convulsing, wet pussy and fuck her as fast as you can.  I want her to squirt, and I want it big…I want it to gush down all over the lumber she is sitting on.  She has asked me to make a toy for a friend, and I want it Richtened with her juices before I build it.”  Rich smiled with his eyes, his mouth never breaking contact with her pussy, and took the wood toy from Professors hand.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 10


As Rich made his way back to the bonfire, Scott came out of the house.  He noticed Rich heading to the fire with an armload of wood, and thought he would assist.  Unnoticed by Professor and Rich, he headed around the corner and through the wood room door.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Amelia hanging there.  She let out a gasp but quickly locked eyes with him and gave a small smile to reassure him.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him with a soft and gentle, “I am OK.  I promise,” and the coy smile grew slightly on her lips.  Without saying a word, he stepped further into the wood room and walked slowly past Amelia. He gathered a good load of wood in one arm and turned to exit.  As he walked past her again, he hesitantly reached with his free hand and lightly swept it across her breast.  With an even bigger smile on her face, Amelia whispered, “Thank you,” as he walked out the door.

Scott walked up to the fire pit and added his wood to the existing pile.  Professor and Rich shot frantic looks between each other.  Scott just smiled and said, “Thought I would help you out and grab some more wood.”

Professor gave a knowing but questioning smile and said, “Why thank you, Scott.”

Scott returned a slightly awkward smile of his own.  “No, Professor, thank you.  It was certainly my pleasure.” and the smile on his face doubled in size.


Amelia hung there waiting patiently, thankful that the mosquitoes weren’t out in earnest yet.  She could hear everyone laughing and talking around the fire.  She didn’t have to wait long before Professor came around the corner again, smiling at her as he stood in the doorway.  “Well, my pet, have you had your fill of hanging around?”  From the look on her face, he didn’t think she was as amused by his joke as he was.

He stepped up in front of her and reached to begin unbuckling her wrists, but he stopped, and brought his hands back down to his sides.  “Before I let you down, I need to check something.”  He ran his hand around her waist as he circled around to her back.  He squatted down so his face was level with her alabaster ass.  “Looky there, she is such a good listener.  It’s still right where I left it.”  She felt the plug in her ass begin to move in a circular motion.  Slowly and carefully, he pulled it out, pausing to reinsert it just once.  She experienced the sensation of its total removal, followed by a bit of relief that she had been able to adhere to his directions.  He began softly massaging and giving the lightest of kisses all over her bottom.  She began to breathe heavier and push her hips back to meet his mouth.  “No, no my love.  We have a party to get you back to.”  He gave her bottom a light swat and released the rope from the cleat on the wall, slowly lowering her arms.  He gently and lovingly unshackled her wrists and softly rubbed them in his very large hands.  He used his finger to tenderly lift her chin as he kissed her inviting lips.

There was nothing hot or fiery about this kiss.  This kiss was the connection between two people, two hearts and two souls.  When it broke, he handed her all her removed clothing and opened the door into the house and instructed, “My love, go inside and freshen up.  I will take care of all these toys.  And please hurry.  I need you next to me by the fire.  I am not complete without you.”  She gently kissed him again and went inside.  He closed the door and she ran through the house, anxious to return to him.

As the evening wore on, the guests slowly began to thin out.  There had been lustful glances and brush-by touches, but everyone had remained around the fire, enjoying the evening.  Finally, Professor and Amelia bid farewell to the last of their guests and locked the front door.  Rich was the only one that remained, he wouldn’t head for home until the morning.  Since his arrival was a surprise, Amelia quickly excused herself and readied the guest room for him.  The men poured themselves bourbon over ice, and retreated to the comfortable loungers on the deck.  When Amelia finally joined them, they were deep in a conversation about trees, lumber, and woodworking.  Both avid craftsmen, Professor decided he wanted to show Richard some of his latest wood projects.  He asked Amelia to join them.  All she really wanted to do was sit and put her feet up, but when he extended his hand to her, she knew she couldn’t refuse.  At the touch of his fingers, she tingled deep in her core, knowing the type of “wood projects” he had created in the past.  Not knowing what this latest creation might be, she felt fairly certain its use might revolve around her.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 9


The door opened slowly and there Rich stood.  He entered, shut the door, glanced around the room and then looked Amelia up and down the full length of her naked, hanging body.  “You have been a VERY BAD girl, haven’t you?” he grumbled as he strode a slow circle around her.

“No, Sir.  I haven’t.  I promise.” She pleaded with a look of bewilderment across her face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.  Not only have you behaved badly, but now you are a liar too, aren’t you?” his tone becoming harsher still.

“NO SIR!  I don’t understand Sir.  I have been good and I wouldn’t lie to you, Sir.”  Her words were pleading and panicked as she twisted in the cuffs trying to follow his face as he continued to circle her.

“Lying Little Slut!  You lying Bitch!  You are going to MAKE me punish you, aren’t you?  You HAVE been bad and you HAVE lied.  Here’s the proof!”  Rich snatched up the little vibrating toy from on top of her neatly arranged clothing, and thrust it up to her face.  “Didn’t I tell you NOT to take this out?  And you did!  That makes you a bad girl and not admitting to it makes you a liar.  Now, hush yourself, and accept your punishment.”  Rich reached behind a small pile of boxes and retrieved a short, black, leather riding crop and wrapped the strap around his wrist, securing the handle firmly in his grip.

“No, Sir,” she quietly pleaded.  SWACK! As a stinging bite of the crop crossed the back of her thighs.  Through her gasp, “I didn’t do it!”  SWACK!  Another blow landed across her ass.  Through another gasp and muffled whimper, “Professor, he took it out Sir.”  SWACK! Across her reddened ass again.

“I know he did,” Rich whispered as a smile grew across his face and he gently placed the crop and toy on top of her clothes.

“Then why did you punish me?” Amelia softly inquired.

Rich sauntered up in front of her, pressed his body firmly against hers, wrapped one hand around her waist and drew her closer.  His other hand seized the hair at the nape of her neck and he passionately kissed her.  He kissed her hard.  His tongue plunged in and out of her responding mouth, twisting and turning like it was seeking the only thing it needed to survive.  He gently pulled his face away from hers and looked deeply into her wanton eyes.  With barely enough volume to even be heard, he whispered, “Because you wanted me to.  And here is the glorious proof.”  He released his hand from her waist and slid it down her belly to her soft mound, where his fingers found her slit, glided inside and lingered where all her juices were freely flowing.  With a satisfied smile across his lips, he lifted his dripping wet fingers to her face.  Amelia gazed at his shining fingertips for a moment, and then raised her head to lock eyes with Richard.  Without breaking their dark and desiring stare, she slowly leaned her head forward and took his fingers down her throat, sucking them clean as she slowly pulled her head back.

“Thank you, Sir.  You knew exactly what I needed.”  He softly kissed her on the lips, gathered an armload of wood and walked out of the wood room.

To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 6


“Don’t you DARE turn around,” came the commanding voice of Richard from behind her.  She felt him step up against the bed, and then she felt his hands, as they started at her ankles and slowly ran up her exposed claves, across the back of her knees, continuing up her white thighs, pushing what remained of her skirt up until his hands rested on her exposed ass.  “I love this ass.  I want this ass.  I know that it belongs to Professor, but if he ever gives me permission, I will take it hard and use it for my enjoyment, until I have had my fill.”  The heat and desire in his voice was palpable as the words fell from his lips.  “But, since I know that I can’t have exactly what I want, I have to want something else, don’t I?  SO, I have brought you a little gift.  Spread your legs.”

At that command, Amelia, still face down in the soft comforter, spread her legs as far apart as she could, fully exposing her glistening wet opening for him.

“You really are a true Slut, aren’t you?  You can’t help yourself.  Your body gives you away every time.”  She could hear the smile in his voice as he ran his fingers through her wetness.  She suddenly felt something smooth being pushed deep inside her opening.

“What is that, Sir?” she cautiously asked in a whisper.

“Just a little gift for you….. And me,” he lightly laughed then leaned forward, and in a harsher tone, whispered in her ear, “And it better NOT be removed or you will experience GREAT pain.  Understand, little girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” breathily exited her lips.

“Good Girl.”  And with that, he was out the door.


Amelia, still unsure about what was buried deep inside her, stood up, straightened her clothes and went into the kitchen to refill the bowl of chips and then stepped out onto the deck to rejoin the party.  A short time later, she was refilling a pitcher of iced tea when it happened.  A sudden, intense and silent vibration emanated from deep inside her pussy.  The pulsation took her breath away and caused her to lurch forward and make a huge mess, as a large slosh of tea splashed over the edge of the pitcher and onto the table top.

“Are you OK?” asked Jen, who was standing next to Amelia, getting another drink for herself.

Finding it almost impossible to talk or for her legs to continue to support her, Amelia, leaning against the table, answered with a weak, “I’m fine.  Just clumsy.”  As suddenly as it had started, the vibration stopped.  Amelia caught her breath, regained her leg strength, cleaned up the spilled mess and turned to scan the crowd.  There he was, Richard, standing across the lawn, with a mischievous smile on his face.  Amelia gave him a “What the fuck?” look and gasped as he reached his hand into his pocket and flashed a small remote control.

To be continued…


The BBQ – Chapter 4


The early summer sun was dipping down as people began arriving, and the backyard and deck quickly filled with guests.  Professor was introducing Rich to all his students and local friends.  Amelia had been floating through the throngs, but now found herself needing to retreat into the kitchen to attend to the food.  As she extended her arm to reach a serving platter on the top shelf, she felt a body press against her back, hard, and the steam of warm breath on her neck.  She didn’t even have to look to know that it was Richard.

“I am still waiting for a proper welcome to your house.  I drove a long way, and I think that is the least you can do,” he growled in her ear.

“Really?  You don’t think that you were properly welcomed in my bedroom?” she quickly sassed back at him through her panting breath.

“That errant mouth of yours just got you in trouble, Little Girl.  You will be punished.” Amelia felt him move slightly and she inhaled abruptly as he reached around her and flashed a pocket knife in front of her eyes.  With a simple flip, an extremely sharp blade was gleaming in the kitchen light.  Amelia didn’t breathe.  “Now, about your outfit,” he spoke in a low growl.

Amelia finally inhaled to fill her lungs.  “What about my outfit?  Don’t you like it?”

“No, I definitely don’t like it.  Not the way it is right now.”  He continued to slowly move the knife around the side of her face, finally bringing it to rest against her left cheek.

“You had better be careful.  I have lots of guests, and someone might come walking in,” Amelia warned, a hint of panic in her voice.

Suddenly, Rich moved the knife, grabbed her by the face and spun her around so she was looking directly into his burning eyes.  He raised his hand and barely pressed the side of the knife blade to her lips.  “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Darlin’.  Your husband and I have that covered.”  With a smirk on his face, he slid the back of the blade slowly down her jaw and rested it against her exposed collar bone.  “Now, about that outfit.”  He used his extended pinky to move the collar of her blouse to one side and deftly slipped the knife under her bra strap.  With the tiniest of flicks, the razor sharp edge easily sliced the strap in half.

“What the Fuck are you doing?!” spit like venom from her lips. The knife instantly flashed in Richard’s hand, and flew up to Amelia’s lips, barely touching them with the glistening razor sharp edge.  Fear flashed in her eyes and she didn’t dare move, not even a single breath.

“Who do you think you are talking to, Bitch?  I will do anything I fucking want to do, and you best not forget that again,” anger and annoyance permeating his words.  He reach up with his free hand, angrily pulled the neck of her shirt off the other shoulder and sliced the remaining bra strap.  Thrusting his hand down the front of her shirt, he pulled it up over her breasts and used the knife to cut her bra between her massive tits, watching the severed pieces fall to the floor.  “There!  Much better, don’t you think?” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir,” was all she could meekly manage between her heavy, labored breaths.

Rich leaned in, kissed her right breast, moved across and bit her left nipple, then neatly pulled her shirt down.  Again, he silently turned and walked away.

Amelia’s wobbly legs insisted that she continue to use the counter for stability for the next several minutes.  It wasn’t until she heard other guest talking and entering the kitchen that she found the strength to snatch her bra pieces off the floor, shove them into a rarely used drawer and grab a dish towel, giving the appearance that she had been cleaning up a cooking mess.  She was all smiles when they reached her, but a single drip of sweat trickled down her now braless back.


To be continued…

Kinkfest Reflections

Blog Post-4-8-2018-Kinkfest Revisited

(image from the internet of an event from the past, this year was MUCH larger)

Professor and I attended Kinkfest last weekend. We had never been before and were extremely excited to find out what it was all about. Of course, things didn’t begin as we had planned and we arrived later than we had expected, but we made it!

We weren’t able to attend any seminars the first day, so we used our time to wander the vendor area. I must admit, I had REALLY been looking forward to this. Seeing all the fun, new, and unusual objects displayed on tables was a total mind fantasy overload. Professor just laughed as I squealed at every new table and item I picked up to admire. I’m glad he was there to keep my splurges under control.

As this area closed up for the night, we returned to our hotel room to prepare for the evening in the dungeon. Never having been to anything like this, I must admit I was both excited and a bit apprehensive. Over dinner, we discussed how we were feeling and what our limits of the night were. I really wanted to explore and watch, and not feel the need to preform that night. Professor agreed and we went with only ourselves and our sense of wonder.

While we were enjoying our dinner, we overheard two ladies talking with a man at the bar. He was attending Kinkfest and the two ladies were sisters asking a million questions about the event. Professor and I laughed to ourselves at some of their questions of wonder. The man left and the two ladies continued talking about it. They came to the conclusion that they just never knew anybody that did those kind of things. I couldn’t help myself, so as we got up to leave, I walked over, said excuse “me but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation and I GUARENTEE that you know someone that is kinky like that”. They responded with “REALLY? You think so?” I smiled, their eyes widened and asked, YOU? I again smiled and nodded my head yes, and we began a discussion of what BDSM, D/s and kink really is. It was a lot of fun and I feel like I was able to be a good ambassador.

The Dungeon was a HUGE space with every type and kind of equipment and area that you could imagine. There was great music and perfect lighting and a room full of kink in every form. The areas were divided by a perfect maze of red carpets that allowed us to flow through the room and take everything in.

Benches, tables, stools and chairs were scattered everywhere. There was a fenced area where whip play could safely be performed. The rigging and rope area allowed for several ties to easily occur simultaneously. There was a designated and plastic-lined area for blood play. Several matted areas were scattered around the room, some designated as aftercare-only areas, and others for wrestling and immobility play. There was a Baby play area with toys and blocks, and a corral for horse play and carriage rides. Really, if you wanted to watch it or do it, it was there.

The screams and moans were coming from every direction. There were cracks and slaps happening at an immeasurable rate. A smattering of laughter was mixed with a flooding of tears. It was a LOT to take in. We observed for several trips around the room and then returned to our hotel to rest for the next day.

We were up early to attend the first workshop. It was a wax play discussion. There were two speakers that had extensive experience and some wonderful suggestions that they demonstrated on their model. I especially loved the use of a 50/50 mixture of Crisco and coconut oil that they used as a preparation for the wax. It made the removal extremely easy without diminishing the experience or beautiful splatter designs. They answered every question that was asked, and then offered personal instruction if anyone desired it. We went up to see some of the equipment more closely, and I was able to have some wax applied to my arm with a paint brush, then removed with a butcher knife. I LOVED IT!!

Our discussion was over a bit early, so we slipped into another workshop already in progress about dealing with the pain. I found myself becoming a bit overwhelmed as we watched. The sub was describing how she was handling the pain being delivered. I appreciated that, but her eyes and words begging for him to stop was a bit too much for my already over-stimulated being, so we quietly slipped out.

We found ourselves with a few more minutes of free time and back at the vendor area. Professor ordered me the most beautiful black and purple leather ringed colla,r and I can’t wait for it to arrive. We were also able to find him a perfectly fit earthy green kilt. It’s comfortable, sexy as hell, and provides EASY access, a list of my favorite things.

Our next discussion was on pressure points for pain and pleasure. It was so informative and exceptionally fun because the speaker encouraged the audience to participate with him as he demonstrated. I found myself moaning and wincing in both forms of delivery. I left the entire seminar in a bit of a puddle.

We had several hours free so Professor and I left the event for a while and wandered the waterfront and Saturday Market nearby to relax and rest our minds. I loved sharing a vendor food lunch and taking in the sights while holding hands and feeling loved.

We returned to our room, rested and prepared for another night in the Dungeon. We attended a meet and greet at a nearby hotel, for attendees of the event. Couldn’t go out into the main area, because it was a cigar social, and the smoke is detrimental to my senses, so we sat inside and took in the event and conversations. We had planned on ordering dinner there, but the lines and wait were CRAZY long, so we eventually excused ourselves and drove down the road to HOOTERS, and grabbed a bite to eat. 

We had decided to take some equipment to play that night. We reentered the venue and decided to walk around first. I am 100% supportive of you doing whatever kink that turns you on as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual, but I came to a few conclusions about what is and isn’t for me. I was surprised that the Female Domme and male submissive seemed to far outnumber the opposite combination. While I have no problem with this, I now know more clearly that I am a submissive and have no desire to control Professor (I know he doesn’t desire that either). I am also sure that I am not into the role playing of babies and animals. They can completely get their kink on there, but I’m just not a diaper girl. Also, the blood play isn’t for me. I was intrigued to see it, since we have never played that way, but quickly learned that I could avoid that area just fine.

We stopped to watch some fairly intense scenes. Some were WAY more intense than anything I could ever handle. As we continued around, looking for a possible play space, I became extremely overwhelmed and broke into tears. Professor immediately pulled me aside and began taking care of me. Funny, we hadn’t done anything and I was suddenly in need of heavy aftercare, but luckily he recognized that and was able to re-center me. He held me, comforted me, loved me, and we talked.

We realized that while we had seen SO MUCH intensity, we hadn’t seen any real aftercare. I told him I saw the play, but hadn’t felt any of the love that I find so important. Instead of playing, we began walking around again looking for aftercare. We had watched a scene between an older couple where he was caning her bloody and almost unconscious. We came back around to where they had been playing just as he wrapped her unchained, limp body in a blanket and called for a chair to place her on. He sat her down and began gently giving her sips of water in between loving kisses on her forehead. When she could finally hold the water bottle herself, he scrambled over and grabbed her socks, kneeling down in front of her and kissing her before placing each one on, and giving a loving rub to her feet. I watched this happening and felt an overwhelming warmth washing over me. It was EXACTLY what I needed to experience.

Professor decided that we would not be playing and we returned to our hotel room where he did EXACTLY what he knew we needed and we eventually drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other, smiling and completely sated.

So, I don’t know that this will be a new yearly event, but I would absolutely go back. Next time, it will be with a little better understanding and a bit better prepared. Kink is very individualized and everyone needs to explore and find what does and doesn’t work for them. I’m incredibly blessed to be able to discover my limits with a partner who is open, loving, giving, understanding, and owns me heart, body and soul. Thank you Daddy.

Tailgating Part III


He stood, turned to her with a devilish look in his eyes and said, “I never said we were leaving.” She could not help wondering, what was he up to? That was about all she had time to think as he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around to face the tailgate and commanded, “Bend over, put your hands out flat in front of you and close your eyes. And you BETTER keep them closed!”
She did EXACTLY what he directed and responded with a soft, “Yes, Sir.” He started moving all around her and talking.
“I went shopping today. I have a few new things I would like to introduce to you.” She heard him unzipping a bag. He continued, “You know what this is, don’t you?” as he placed something into her out-stretched hands.
“Yes,” she replied. “This is the wonderful leather rope you wrapped around me a few nights ago.”
“That’s correct. And I know you recognize these.”
“Yes” she responded shakily, with her eyes still closed, as he placed the cold metal handcuffs into her hand. She knew them very well. They were quick-release cuffs, and she had almost mastered escaping from them.
“Now, you won’t recognize these, because you have never seen them before, but I bet you can guess what they are. They are much heavier than the others and you WON’T be getting out of these.”
She almost couldn’t breathe as he place another set of handcuffs into her hand. They were MUCH heavier than the others, and she had no idea how these worked. She began trembling harder.
“Now, we need to see just how well built these Tundras are.” He first grabbed her right wrist and stretched it out to the side. She felt the click of a set of handcuffs on her wrist, quickly followed by another click to a metal object, which happened to be where the tailgate latched. The same sequence followed to the left. She was now stretched, arms secured out to each side of the truck, and bent at the waist over the tailgate. She was completely unable to move.
“I bought a new toy for myself today. Would you like to guess what it is?” he said as she felt a cool piece of leather glide across her cheek. It was followed by a long, slow trip down her back, coming to a rest across her ass. She instantly knew EXACTLY what it was. Sir had bought a riding crop! In one swift move, her pants were down around her snow boots. She was out in the cold night air, bare assed and gasping for breath.
The sudden sting of the leather across her ass was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was sharp, intense, and much more localized than any of her previous spankings. It sent an instant electric surge straight to her core and clit. After several biting stings, Sir said, “Yes. This will do very nicely, but I will have to be very careful with it. I could do some serious damage if I were to get carried away. I will need a little more practice. This is enough of an introduction for tonight. Good thing this isn’t all I brought.”
She heard more rustling and suddenly felt the familiar thrust of their wooden Manzanita toy into her dripping wet pussy. Sir pounded her with such force and aggression that within mere moments she was coming. Seconds later, as he continued his assault, she felt a gush from her pussy that sent streams of fluid running down her bare thighs, soaking into her jeans still wrapped around her ankles.
“Now that is EXACTLY what I wanted,” he said with an air of joy and satisfaction in his voice. Sir went into the truck and returned with a towel to dry her wet legs and pussy. He then pulled up her pants, released her hands from the cuffs, and told her she could open her eyes. There was NO WAY she could possibly have supported herself on her weak legs, so she just remained bent over the tailgate.
After some time, and with the support of Sir, she was able to stand on her own. She looked into his loving face and asked, “Please Sir, may I take care of you now?”
He softly caressed her cheek, kissed her and said, “Not now, but you will. You are shivering and I want to take you home and FUCK you because you are my Fuck Girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I am YOUR Fuck Girl.”
She hadn’t even noticed, but suddenly she was shivering. Sir placed her in the cab of the truck and turned the heat on high. He quickly loaded everything into the back, and they set off for home.
As they drove in the silence of the snow, she felt overwhelming emotion wash over her. Sir must have sensed it and asked, “Are you alright, my love?” The tears came streaming down her face as she caught her breath to reply. “No, Sir. I am not alright. I am so much more than alright. I never thought that I would ever feel this kind of love, devotion, connection and bliss. Thank you for giving me that. I LOVE YOU.”
They rode home holding hands and finished the most perfect night at home, in their bedroom, with Sir’s cum dripping from her smiling face.

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