Here is something I wrote a while ago and have not posted before, but at Brandy's request, I'm putting part one up here now and I'll see about part two soon.
mopy
I walk into and see her standing in the middle of the of the room. She is perfectly still, her arms at her side and her feet about shoulder width apart. She is wearing a tight, very short, black and blue dress. I slip out of my shoes so she won't hear me, as I approach her. I can see the strap of the blindfold she is wearing.
I stand behind her, admiring the view.Her dress clings to her in all the right places, accentuating her shape. Her long hair sitting straight down to the middle of her back. I stare at the high, black stiletto heels that she is wearing. She has the shapely, firm and sexy legs of a dancer. I want to run my hand up them, but I hold off. As I look up, I can clearly see the slight curve of the bottom of her ass sticking out from under the hem of herdress.
I walk around in front of her and I notice her head turn ever so slightly. I can tell she is listening for me, trying to hear what I am doing. I stand in front of her and look her over again. From the front her legs are just as sexy. Her thighs, spread just enough to be open and inviting, but not too wide. Her dress clings to her perfectly. As I look up, I see a little diamond cutout between her breasts. Just large enough to show the inner curve of them. Once again, I want to reach out and caress, but I hold off.
I lean in toward her. She lifts her head slightly. She knows I am there. Her lips are open, just a little. Again, open and inviting, but not too wide. Her dark red lipstick, shimmering. I brush past her lips with my own, touching ever so slightly, but not stopping. I put my lips to hear ear.
“Do you have underwear on?” I whisper.
“No,” she whispers back, almost as a gasp.
I knew she didn't, as I had told her not to, but I had to ask. I lean back and walk around behind her again. As I do, I remove my tie. I reach out and grab her by the arms, just above her elbows and force them behind her, crossing them. I take my tie and wrap it around her arms, tying her up so they are pressed against the small of her back.
I stand back and look at her, as I slowly take off my shirt and place it on the counter. I walk around in front of her again, admiring how she looks with her arms tied and the blindfold on. I take my pants off. I'm not wearing underwear either. It's only fair. I am enjoying how she looks so much I am already starting to swell. My cock and balls are held fast by a leather strap cock ring. I put my pants with my shirt and take mysocks off and place them with the rest of my clothes.
I walk back to her and stand right behind her. I kneel down and put my hands on the outside of her ankles. She gasps slightly at my touch. I slowly caress my way up her legs, stopping occasionally. I continue up and stand. As my hands reach the hem of her dress, I slip my fingers under it, lightly touching the curves of her ass and pull the dress up so it is sitting at her waist. Her beautiful, shapely ass is now exposed. She lets outa little moan as I run my hand along one cheek, admiring the shape, cupping it in my hand. I keep my hand there as I lean in, brush her hair aside and lightly kiss her neck. She leans her head to one side, allowing me better access to her neck. I brush my lips over her ear.
“You've done well,” I whisper. “Everything I asked. You've been very good, haven't you?”
“No,” a hoarse whisper escapes her lips, as she shakes her head. “I've been bad and should be punished.”
“That's not true,” I say. A harsh bight in my words. “Do you want me to punish you?”
“Please,” she says. “I need to be spanked.”
I smile at this. I know that is all she wants and will do or say anything to have me to spank her. I stand back and slap her ass, not too hard. She moans. I slap her other cheek. Another moan.
“That's for not telling the truth,”I say. “What should we do if you disobey?”
“Harder,” she says.
“But you're not going to lie again, are you?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I'm sorry.”
I slap her cheek again.
“Don't every apologize,” I tell her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't want submission. You're too strong for that”
“Sorry.” She can't help herself. She is naturally submissive and apologizing comes easy to her, but I don't want that, so I slap her again, harder this time.
“If you're not going to do as I say then I might have to use something besides my hand.”
I walk over to the counter and pick up my riding crop. It is black, with a leather end on it and has a small strap that I loop over the bottom of my hand. I walk back over to her and touch the crop to her leg, just above the knee. She knows what it is and I see her shift a bit, with anticipation. I slide the crop up the inside of her leg until I reach the bottom of her ass, then pull it away.
I see her tense, waiting for the sting. I bring it down on her right cheek. A little snap comes with the impact and she moans. I snap it down again, a bit harder and she moans again. I aim another shot onto her other cheek and she lets outa louder moan, a bit of a sigh with it and then one more smack. She shifts with this impact and groans.
I step away back and walk around in front of her. I touch the crop to her leg again and bring it up as before. I stop at the top of her leg and then, gently, touch her pussy with the tip. She spreads her legs a bit farther apart, opening herself up to me. I pull the crop away and she tenses, thinking another hit is coming to her there. I don't though. Instead, I reach out with my hand and gently rub her pussy with my fingers, sliding one between the lips. She is already wet. She sighs and moans louder this time. She spreads her legs farther apart, the click of her shoes echos through the room. I continue to rub her gently, sliding my finger deeper, until I come to the opening and she pushes against me. I know she wants me to slide it up inside of her, but not yet...
mopy
I walk into and see her standing in the middle of the of the room. She is perfectly still, her arms at her side and her feet about shoulder width apart. She is wearing a tight, very short, black and blue dress. I slip out of my shoes so she won't hear me, as I approach her. I can see the strap of the blindfold she is wearing.
I stand behind her, admiring the view.Her dress clings to her in all the right places, accentuating her shape. Her long hair sitting straight down to the middle of her back. I stare at the high, black stiletto heels that she is wearing. She has the shapely, firm and sexy legs of a dancer. I want to run my hand up them, but I hold off. As I look up, I can clearly see the slight curve of the bottom of her ass sticking out from under the hem of herdress.
I walk around in front of her and I notice her head turn ever so slightly. I can tell she is listening for me, trying to hear what I am doing. I stand in front of her and look her over again. From the front her legs are just as sexy. Her thighs, spread just enough to be open and inviting, but not too wide. Her dress clings to her perfectly. As I look up, I see a little diamond cutout between her breasts. Just large enough to show the inner curve of them. Once again, I want to reach out and caress, but I hold off.
I lean in toward her. She lifts her head slightly. She knows I am there. Her lips are open, just a little. Again, open and inviting, but not too wide. Her dark red lipstick, shimmering. I brush past her lips with my own, touching ever so slightly, but not stopping. I put my lips to hear ear.
“Do you have underwear on?” I whisper.
“No,” she whispers back, almost as a gasp.
I knew she didn't, as I had told her not to, but I had to ask. I lean back and walk around behind her again. As I do, I remove my tie. I reach out and grab her by the arms, just above her elbows and force them behind her, crossing them. I take my tie and wrap it around her arms, tying her up so they are pressed against the small of her back.
I stand back and look at her, as I slowly take off my shirt and place it on the counter. I walk around in front of her again, admiring how she looks with her arms tied and the blindfold on. I take my pants off. I'm not wearing underwear either. It's only fair. I am enjoying how she looks so much I am already starting to swell. My cock and balls are held fast by a leather strap cock ring. I put my pants with my shirt and take mysocks off and place them with the rest of my clothes.
I walk back to her and stand right behind her. I kneel down and put my hands on the outside of her ankles. She gasps slightly at my touch. I slowly caress my way up her legs, stopping occasionally. I continue up and stand. As my hands reach the hem of her dress, I slip my fingers under it, lightly touching the curves of her ass and pull the dress up so it is sitting at her waist. Her beautiful, shapely ass is now exposed. She lets outa little moan as I run my hand along one cheek, admiring the shape, cupping it in my hand. I keep my hand there as I lean in, brush her hair aside and lightly kiss her neck. She leans her head to one side, allowing me better access to her neck. I brush my lips over her ear.
“You've done well,” I whisper. “Everything I asked. You've been very good, haven't you?”
“No,” a hoarse whisper escapes her lips, as she shakes her head. “I've been bad and should be punished.”
“That's not true,” I say. A harsh bight in my words. “Do you want me to punish you?”
“Please,” she says. “I need to be spanked.”
I smile at this. I know that is all she wants and will do or say anything to have me to spank her. I stand back and slap her ass, not too hard. She moans. I slap her other cheek. Another moan.
“That's for not telling the truth,”I say. “What should we do if you disobey?”
“Harder,” she says.
“But you're not going to lie again, are you?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I'm sorry.”
I slap her cheek again.
“Don't every apologize,” I tell her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't want submission. You're too strong for that”
“Sorry.” She can't help herself. She is naturally submissive and apologizing comes easy to her, but I don't want that, so I slap her again, harder this time.
“If you're not going to do as I say then I might have to use something besides my hand.”
I walk over to the counter and pick up my riding crop. It is black, with a leather end on it and has a small strap that I loop over the bottom of my hand. I walk back over to her and touch the crop to her leg, just above the knee. She knows what it is and I see her shift a bit, with anticipation. I slide the crop up the inside of her leg until I reach the bottom of her ass, then pull it away.
I see her tense, waiting for the sting. I bring it down on her right cheek. A little snap comes with the impact and she moans. I snap it down again, a bit harder and she moans again. I aim another shot onto her other cheek and she lets outa louder moan, a bit of a sigh with it and then one more smack. She shifts with this impact and groans.
I step away back and walk around in front of her. I touch the crop to her leg again and bring it up as before. I stop at the top of her leg and then, gently, touch her pussy with the tip. She spreads her legs a bit farther apart, opening herself up to me. I pull the crop away and she tenses, thinking another hit is coming to her there. I don't though. Instead, I reach out with my hand and gently rub her pussy with my fingers, sliding one between the lips. She is already wet. She sighs and moans louder this time. She spreads her legs farther apart, the click of her shoes echos through the room. I continue to rub her gently, sliding my finger deeper, until I come to the opening and she pushes against me. I know she wants me to slide it up inside of her, but not yet...
