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i’m vacant today. and it feels great. nothing inside but a palpable void, as though i’ve feasted on emptiness. neither sadness, nor guilt, clouds my mind, for the first time since he died. throughout my life, i’ve lost many people to Death. i can count on one hand those whom i’ve mourned. and, those few, i mourn to this day. never in my wildest dreams did i think he would be a member of that tiny group.

this numbness that i feel extends from inside, to out. even my face shows no signs of life. my body is relaxed and i feel as though i can see a bit of my future on the horizon. i went into town this morning. while there, i made no effort to smile or project any particular affect, whatsoever. that felt great. on the drive home, i passed up my house and turned off on to the back road to check on the back forty. the rains have had their way with the red dirt roads and beavers have created a serious issue with the part of the road that crosses the creek. it’s falling off at the sides, even more than only a week ago, which made it very exciting to cross.

just where the dirt road turns to blacktop, there is a tiny house for sale. i’d love to have it, but they want twice what i’d ever be able to afford. i would love to own it and make into a lover’s retreat…a place for a couple to get away from it all. i’d put a basket of fresh baked muffins and fresh juice on the doorstep every morning, with a note about the wonders of lasting love. it would be a beautiful place…a secret place hidden behind crepe myrtle trees and azalea bushes, all contained within a white picket fence.

deep inside, i do believe that love can last. i still love bennie, in spite of the past, and even though he’s dead and gone. but i don’t believe i’ll allow myself to fall in love ever again. that’s my choice. long lasting, happy, love is a tricky thing. it must be worked on exhaustively and fussed over like an orchid and both hearts involved must be of like mind. i think it’s worth it, though. but not for me. never again. like that beautiful little house, the cost of love lost is simply more than i can afford.

*Adult Content ‘Love Bleeds Through’

Ericka had known Clay for years. Around the neighborhood he was known as Big Clay. He was a mountain of a man, all of 6’6″ and 300lbs. He was built like a tree…solid and strong. Clay was the type of man a girl could call on when she needed something fixed around the house. He was a great porch buddy, as well, and the two of them had spent many an evening watching the sun set on the small town they lived in. He’d drink his beer and she’d sip her whiskey. They were good friends.

In time, Ericka began to let Clay know a bit more about herself, on a very personal level. They began sharing the sorts of things that even a best friend wouldn’t know about a person. Sunset after sunset found them in deep conversation about these secret things until, one night, the inevitable happened and they acted upon them. After that night, Clay was Ericka’s pet and she was his Mistress. Their secret, to the grave.

Ericka and Clay had been discussing a play piercing scene for a couple of weeks. They had decided on a relatively high number of needles to accommodate Clay’s desire to push his pain threshold a bit. To make it easier on them both, (Ericka had a ‘thing’ about needles), they decided to use 25g so they’d be much easier to get in and to remove.

In short order, the needles Ericka ordered had arrived and it was a ‘go’ for their much anticipated play time. They decided on an early start, so Clay took off of work at lunch one Friday and went straight to Ericka’s house. She was waiting there for him, in her bedroom, out of her mind with excitement.

Ericka heard Clay the moment he walked through the front door. She grew breathless as his footsteps moved closer to her bedroom. At last, he appeared in the doorway, almost filling it completely. She so admired his strength and size. Clay made her feel so safe whenever he was around. But there was no time for such sentimentality now, as Ericka stood up and walked towards Clay, who was now standing next to the chair she would bind him to. Without a word between them, she began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, so that she could see every single bit of him as it was revealed. His chest was hairy and masculine..and, lower, his belly was flat and hard…no six pack…just the body of a hard working man.

Ericka loved to undress her pet. It was probably her favorite thing to do. Clay was, like every man, an overgrown boy and she enjoyed caring for him in that way. Finally, she pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular arms, reminding her that this was no boy. Then, she unbuckled his belt, and momentarily knelt down to unlace his work boots and toss them and his socks off to the side. She stood and sighed with anticipation as, finally, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them off of him. His cock was already getting hard, but she refused to touch it. In fact, she had yet to so much as touch her pet’s cock as long as they had been playing together, unless she was performing the CBT that he loved, perhaps a little too much. Clay enjoyed the pain she provided and she enjoyed the fruits of his particular, and well honed, skill set. After play-time, Clay would service Ericka for hours on end, if it pleased her. And, it did please her. Most definitely.

Once he was undressed, Ericka told Clay to sit in the chair, arms flat on the armrests, ankles close to the front legs. She got her wide leather cuffs and strapped his wrists to the chair first. Then, more for drama than anything, she got some old leg irons and chain she found at a flea market to secure his legs with. Clay sat still, a hint of fear in his eyes, along with a wicked gleam. He was smiling the sweetest little trembling smile Ericka had ever seen. God, he made her feel so…something. Next, she grabbed her favorite ball gag and crammed it into his mouth. Clay played at resisting…it was just more fun that way. Ericka moved behind him and tightly buckled the strap. Before Clay knew it, a black pillowcase was pulled over his head. Around his neck, a rough length of rope with a large knot in the middle. The knot was carefully placed over his Adam’s apple and the rope was tied tightly enough to remind him of his predicament each time he swallowed or tried to speak.

Ericka walked across the room and sat at the foot of her bad, enjoying her view of the man at her disposal. She got out her blue latex gloves, popping them on very loudly. She already had the needles laid out on a table by chair Clay was in. Needles…she could barely stand the sight of a needle. “This better be worth it,” she thought, as she got up and walked over to the table. The NEEDLE table. “OMG…”

Ericka quieted herself. She couldn’t have Clay knowing how frightened she was. The room was silent as she ripped open the package containing the first of the needles. Clay started to wriggle a bit at the sound, and his left leg was shaking a little. Ericka leaned down and whispered, “Relax, we’re going to follow the pattern to a T.” With that, she pinched up a bit of skin at the back of his right arm and inserted the needle. A tiny lil drippy drop of blood escaped his skin as she opened up the next needle, and the next, and the next…The further she got down his arm, the more the blood began to add up. Not gushing blood. More like a light summer shower’s worth. Ericka’s mouth began to water as she tried to focus on the arduous task at hand.

It took about two hours to complete the arm lining, front and back on both arms. The inside of Clay’s arms bled much more than the outside and there was much red to be seen. It was beautiful. Clay’s arms were shaking as his body was riddled with endorphins. Ericka popped off her gloves and got out her camera and began to photograph the beauty before her. This Viking of a man, bound and hooded…under  her complete control…it was intoxicating. When she had finished taking the pictures, she allowed herself a few minutes to simply sit and stare at Clay. At that moment, he was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen.

She excused herself and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When she returned, she gently untied the rope and removed the hood and gag. Ericka lifted the glass to Clay’s lips, stroking his hair as he drank. He was sweating and red faced. Perhaps the pain was more than he bargained for. Ericka sat the glass down and took Clay’s face into her hands. Something was going on between them, she could feel it. When he looked up at her with blue eyes that spoke of both love and strength, she knew that, after today, Clay would never be her pet again.

Ericka ran her fingers up and down Clay’s arms, tracing the bumps that the needles made in his skin. Some blood had already dried. Some was still wet and it was sticky on her skin. She leaned down and kissed Clay in a way that she’d never kissed him before. Then, her lips moved to his ear and she asked on a whisper, “May I?” She would never consider taking  something so precious without asking, after all.

To her delight, Clay whispered back in a quivering voice, “Yes, most certainly.”

She licked the sticky sweetness from her fingers, then began the task of removing the needles. Each came with its own tiny drop, yet again, and Ericka tended to the tiny wounds with her lips and tongue, squeezing each to make certain she got all there was. Clay moaned in pain, but she was in her own world until, finally, the last needle was out.

Ericka’s heart pounded and she was all but overcome with a desire for this man. Again, she kissed Clay, deep and long, as though it was the last kiss she’d ever get. She was just so very hungry for him.. She allowed her hands to roam his body as he sat, still bound. Her hand trembled as it made its way down to Clay’s cock. It was so hard…throbbing…ready. This was it. It  was going to happen this very evening. That thing they had avoided for so very long was going to happen.

Ericka’s head was spinning as she began to unbuckle Clay’s wrist restraints. Her hands, shaking as she knelt before him, once more, trying to unlock his shackles. As soon as he was free, Clay grabbed Ericka and pulled her across the room, throwing her onto the bed. He ripped her blouse open exposing her breasts. Clay took them into his rough hands, his mouth kissing and licking and biting at her nipples. He was breathing so hard that Ericka was almost afraid. He yanked her skirt up and tore her panties off, forcing her legs wide apart as he shoved his big hard cock into her so hard it took her breath away.

Clay continued to fuck Ericka any way he pleased for what seemed like forever. Never, in her life, had a man used her like that. Thankfully, in no time, her fear gave way to resignation, then to pleasure, as she joined him in this exercise in unbridled lust. When she thought that she could take no more, Clay shot his load deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him as he collapsed on top her of, and she held him closer than she’d ever held anyone.

After a short while, Clay got up without saying a word. Ericka didn’t know what to think…what she should think. She got out of what remained of her clothes and climbed under the covers. She could hear Clay in the kitchen, drawers opening and closing, the sound of silverware clanking around…the fridge opening and closing. Finally, she heard footsteps coming back down the hallway. Clay walked towards the bed, a glass of juice in one hand, and a large shiny knife in the other. He sat the knife down on the nightstand and handed Ericka the juice. “You could probably use this”, he said, grinning. Ericka drank the juice, but couldn’t quite take her eyes off of the knife, long after Clay had taken her close into his arms. Now and then, the breeze would blow the curtains and the evening sun would shine in and sparkle on the blade of the knife. Ericka found the whole affair unnerving, except that she was so taken with Clay that it simply didn’t matter at that point.

Lying in his arms was definitely not a bad thing. Ericka had never felt so whole or so wanted. As they lay there together, Clay’s hands began to explore her body, but gently this time. His kiss was soft and loving. Knowing how sore she was, Clay made sure to kiss it all away as he entered her, once more, with his huge swollen cock. Ericka was in sheer bliss as he slowly moved back and forth, and she, against him. She had never experienced this before.She’d never felt so very womanly…so spiritually engaged…

Just when she thought she could not get another thing out of this, Clay reached over and picked up the knife. He rose up off of her for a moment and put the blade in his hand. Suddenly, he closed his hand around it and pulled the knife out. Ericka could see the red on the blade. She gasped, her mind racing. Then, just as suddenly, Clay put the knife down and offered his bleeding hand to Ericka, putting it to her lips. She grasped his wrist and began to take from the wound. Clay began to make love to her again as she took from him that most precious thing. As she did, she realized that she had not only found her true love, but her soul mate…her happily ever after.

Clay’s gentle stroke brought her to sheer ecstasy, just as the wound had given its last. When she could take no more, Clay unloaded inside of her again. As he did, he kissed her scarlet lips and whispered an oath so sublime that she’d dare not repeat it. But, from that day on, Clay and Ericka shared every sunrise and sunset.

*Adult Content pet servant slave-the tale of a very bad boy

7658680rarely do i find myself so put out

by you

my pet

your loyalty and decency inspires me

your willing nature

the way you acquiesces to my every desire

but if i could get my hands on you this evening, boy

if i could reach out and explain to your flesh the depths of the heartache you have caused

you’d be a student privy to a lesson that you may not be so eager to learn

Mistress is not pleased, my sweet

were you within my reach this evening

I’d show you the true meaning of power exchange in a way you’ve never understood it

you’d know what it means to give every scintilla of your power away and watch as I devour it

along with what’s left of your dignity

on this evening, my love, I’d bind you so tightly that you could not move a muscle

and, as you stood before me, bound to the cross on my wall

I would take but a scant moment before I took my cane to the back of your thighs

and I’d lay into you

until the whelps came

shades of red, raw, skin

puffed up and so very tender from the sting

you begin to scream

but no words escape your gag of filthy socks

two more strikes, perhaps three

and the blood comes

it travels down your legs in rivers that trace your muscular legs

some finding a trail to the front

some simply dripping down onto the floor behind you

puddling like scarlet raindrops

you struggle…oh how you struggle my dearest darling

to no avail

save your strength, for there is much more to come

i sit across the room from you for a few moments

taking in the sight of you

getting what you deserve

you naughty, naughty, boy

my eyes move from the bottom of your bloody legs and rest upon that gorgeous ass of yours

it’s statuesque, really

art in its purest form

I reach into the small trunk next to my chair and retrieve two things

my horse bat and my paddle

Mistress is going to give you a lil break, precious

I start with the horse bat, gently flapping it against your ass

warming that beautiful thing…making it ready

surely you understand that this is an act of mercy, boy

undeserved, to be sure

the slaps become quicker until your ass is a nice shade of red

you’re ready for the paddle now

I pick up the paddle and stand to one side

both hands on the handle, I swing with all my might

your entire body tenses as you accept your due

moving to the other side, I hear a soft whimper

I look up to see tears welling in your eyes as I take the first crack at your other cheek

I’m warmed up now and the blows are harder than before

muffled screams fill my ears as you abandon your manhood and become a scared little bitch

I spank you until I’m worn out

I retreat to my chair and I watch you, once more

I see that you realize this isn’t over

you’re fighting to get out of your restraints

poor thing

I go to you and gently rub your shoulderst

my lips brush your ear and I nibble on your neck

my arms wrap around you

hands exploring what belongs to me

twisting your nipples…fingernails tracing down your stomach…making circles on your tunny

further down, still,  until I reach your throbbing cock

…smile..

when you have settled back in

i get my leather flog…the big one

the first strike across your back takes you by surprise

knocks the air out of you

I start hard and keep it up

one heavy hit after another until I can literally do no more

you’ve begun to cry again, pet

Mistress just feels awful about that

but one must be punished when they stray

quiet down, precious…shhhh

I remove the filthy  socks from your mouth and lift a glass of water to your lips

settle, my love

your breathing slows as I release you from your restraints

when you are free, I take you by the hand and lead you to my chair

I sit down and allow you to lie at my feet as you gather yourself

I lean down and stroke your hair

collect yourself, darling

it will be time for you to draw my bath soon

(you’re welcome, Bruce)