a mem by Captivated

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

Blueberries- I love their succulent juicy sweetness.


2. What is something that makes you sad?

Thinking about my kids. Wishing some things could be different.


3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

I would ask how they got there and why.


4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

The Carters- because of the tremedous work they have done with Habitat for Humanity

5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.

Me too!!



6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you
say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.

Yep!


7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.

We are so alike!


8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

His willingness to engage me in playfulness, especially in bed--hehehe or otherwise!!

a meme by Master

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

I love the acid sweetness of a freshly ripe homegrown tomato.


2. What is something that makes you sad?

Watching my Mother's health slowly ebb away


3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

It all depends on if they refinished the floors while I was away.


4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

My choice would be Harry Truman. Harry seems to me to be the epitome of a common man elevated by circumstance to the heights of responsibility, and as such I'd feel I had more in common with him than with some of the other potential choices.


5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.


6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.


7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.


8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

I've yet to get a negative response to the question, "Does my slut need a spanking?"

Sugasm #150

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"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~ Pt2

When I first met Master I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Something unseen irresistibly compelled me to know more. I was mesmerized by his captivating intriguing knowledge and insight. He is a highly educated man, who spell-binds his audience with his wit and humor. He charmed his personality all the way into my heart.

However as spellbinding, enchanting, enthralling and fascinating as he is, his attention to the details of unselfish commitment to love, honor and cherish are the parts that enabled me to form a bond of unwavering love and commitment with him. In Master I found rest. I most willingly resigned and entrusted him. I do not consider that which I resigned to Master as a loss. What I have gained far outweighs any perceivable losses.

I like to spend time alone sometimes and I am fiercely independent also, so it almost seems a paradox for someone like me to recognize and embrace submissiveness. As I continue to explore and expand my mind, and fully comprehend relationships the more comfortable and freeing the safety and security of submission becomes.

So then, if we describe submission as two gears perfectly meshed and synchronized it becomes much plainer to understand that we both have equal power in our relationship. I have many strengths. And, I have weaker areas. Master also has his strengths and difficulties. No one I know has the corner on perfect. Anyone that thinks they have should by all means avoided, or committed.

Master is good at many things and I defer the responsibility to him. That means I trust him to look after those. Even if am needed to give a reminder, I would do it in a way that honors him. I am better at some things than is Master, so I am fully responsible for them. We make room to encourage and support our individual interests. We are convinced that these are the key ingredients for a great relationship. It will take the rest of our lives to work out the details. In this setting of amazing friendship and love, come great opportunities for fantastic love and sex play.

At all times do I attempt to handle difficult situations so as to never humiliate. There is a very good reason to work in this way- to preserve the respect and integrity of each other. To do otherwise by handling conflicts, disagreements, and misunderstandings without care or concern for the future, is pretty much a guarantee there will be no pleasant future, - if any future at all.

So this is a documentary and a journal of who we are as playmates and soul mates. You are free to follow along. W are glad for those who will have a question, or suggestion or, hopefully encouragement.

"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~

I came from a conservative background and according to the understood customs of that very conservative group, settled down and raised a family of 3 sons and a daughter. After 33 years of busy living and "doing what's proper, lack of play and affection from overly possessive spouse who undermined me so thoroughly to our children, that they had no respect for me. Slowly the family eroded and there certainly was nothing left to hold on to.

Whether by random chance or Divine intervention, I met a man who I became instantly connected to in intricate ways. It seemed that he understood my needs and fed my intellect. I was drawn to him as a moth to a flame. There is no turning back, let me explain. I had found my soul mate.

I was at first unfamiliar with terms like, slave, sub, dom, and Master in the context of bedroom play, but I had been so deprived for so long that I was ready to explore. I am pretty sure that Master Samadhi had intentions to explore me also but this is my story for now.

I was very familiar with terms like worship, Master, Savior, unconditional love, acceptance, submission, passion, love slave, humility, honesty, integrity, and many others. I have been a student of the Cannon of what is commonly accepted as the "Holy Bible" for more than 30 years. I also studied healing arts and herbal medicines.

I was and am sensitive to Spiritual energy, and open to unconventional concepts. That aside, I am also very balanced in use of common sense and expect people I engage as friends to have the same most of the time. I have many friends who are limited in one way or another, and I very well know I have my own handicaps

The key to a great relationship is hard work. I for one enjoy work, especially when it is a project I enjoy. One recognizes that even the most enjoyable projects some times veer off-course, and there can be times of trouble, frustration and even anger. Mostly though it is a work of dedicated love, and overcoming the setbacks. It is driven by passion and zeal.

I would like now to take a deeper look at the term "submissive." I once abhorred the word, and avoided any association with it. But one day a good teacher explained that it was not a subjective, subverted or a low-class relegation of deprivation and obeisance. Rather one needs to think of submission as a set of gears with teeth.

In a machine these gears only work if they are well matched, and all the teeth are in prime condition. A matched set of gears can speed up, slow down, and greatly increase the power and strength of any of the pulleys alone. One alone, is far less than the result of two together when they work flawlessly. And one is almost useless alone. That being understood, the gears must synchronize, mesh, and submit each to the other.

Submission is a gift of a power exchange that we uniquely give to each other. It is rooted in trust. It is cemented and reinforced by love. Submission is also fragile. All of life and living, and all that pertains to it are no more than a breath. Everything we have gathered or hold dear and precious can be ours one moment and in the space of a millisecond be stripped from us, and we can only try and salvage the wrecked pieces.

Love is like that too. The unique thing here is that we do have ability in our choices that cultivate our garden, or allow the weeds, disease and vermin to sabotage and plunder.

a simple assignment (part two)

I received a phone call at work from Katharina, and upon hearing my voice she excitedly addressed me as Master, so I was quite sure she'd received the mail I'd sent earlier in the day. Of course by good little slut confirmed my suspicions, and expressed her anxious longing for me as best she could, before the ongoing distractions of a busy day drew me away.

My slut was anxiously excited when I got home, she's like an excited and adoring school girl when I motivate this mood, and it's really a great turn on for me. It's probably not "professional" of me as a writer to say that thinking of my Katharina like that has stirred a reaction in my cock, which is stiffly pressing somewhat urgently against my slacks, but that's what the simple memory of her mood inspires.

As the night progressed, we relaxed together casually, and I noticed that she was reading her assignment rather diligently. Katharina's always one to try and please her Master, but I could see she was getting a little kick out of the stories herself. Occasionally she'd retire to the bed where I was sitting with my laptop working, and we'd break to discuss a specific aspect or two of the story she'd just read.

The verdict was exactly as I'd expected, she found the stories, despite their "taboo" subject matter, to be mostly innocent, and for the most part even a bit sexy. My slut needed no reminding about the rest of her assignment, and before bed that evening (long before I'd expected completion) I was proudly informed that her task was finished.

Here's my Katharina's completed assignment, as posted as a comment at Linda Sue's Diary:

My experience happened to be with my favorite cousin who is about 2 years older than I. We had grown close, as we were within a 20 minute drive during our childhood days. Then my family moved 800 miles away and we saw each other less frequently.
We always picked right up where we’d left off.
As time moved along we entered the stage of hormones and lusty desire. He was a good-looker and I wasn’t bad either- German born , blond, blue eyes, and fair complexion that glowed from a good life living on a farm. When they came to visit, we had long conversations and teased our younger siblings and played their games with them.
Clearly a favorite game was tag, or shadow-tag if it was at night.
Another was hide and seek. The immense opportunities abounded with rows of granaries, barns, machine shops and other buildings. The roadside ditches and nearby fields were not out of limits, although it was required that we never injure the plants to reduce harvest was a rule that was carefully followed by all.
This late afternoon we got roped in to play hide and seek. We walked together to the far back part of the yard down a dusty trail that led along the side of the cows summer pasture. He said he had an idea. He skipped up and over the heads of waist high wheat onto a tire track a few feet over a path made by a tractor to perhaps spray against grasshoppers earlier that season. I followed his lead and we went another 500 yards or so, and then he suddenly veered left and sat down and motioned for me to sit with him.
Perfect! It was perfect- it got us away from those pesky little kids and we were out of sight. He shifted his body and with a twinkle in his eye he stretched out flat on his belly and drew me with him. It was so quiet. So peaceful. All there was to hear was the rustling of the wheat and occasionally the buzzing of a lone fly, A song from the meadowlark singing her song “don’t drink your tea too hot!”
We laid there quietly, side by side. He had kept his wonderful tanned and strong arm around my shoulders as we laid there. I became aware that his fingers were curled just touching me. He began to stroke very gently and gradually moved his hand to where he could cradle my breast. It was delicious, and send warmth to my vagina. I laid still hoping to make the feeling last. I think he was probably thinking the same or wondering how this happened but we laid that way for quite some time until the sell was broken by being discovered by a sibling seeker.
It was a simple, almost innocent moment but the memory of the intensity of feeling and emotions fueled by pure passion and lust have been fondly tucked away and likely inspired masturbation later.

I can certainly confirm that Katharina's still a "looker", with her bright blue eyes and pale creamy complexion. They say that youth is wasted on the young, but there's a special place for memories of those earlier times, when we were younger, but not wiser . . .

a simple assignment (part one)

My sexy Katharina slut was quite enthralled (or should I say captivated?) by the fact that I've begun blogging about her submission. Her excitement upon discovering my effort was, as they say in the commercials, priceless! Seeing her physical (and emotional) reaction to this effort was actually quite inspiring.

You see, it's not just my sluts body that I wish to possess, it's her mind, her essence, her very soul, that I wish to know and make mine. It's not something I could want (or do) without her consent, but I know that's also a desire she shares. And, having already handed me so much trust and confidence, empowering me to Master her to the fullest of my own abilities, it's a path we are already well along. Yet, I also know we are just beginning together in a number of ways, and at times I feel as though she's almost as innocent as a blushing bride.

Certainly though, since it's a blog about Katharina and her submission, I wanted to assure that she'd be contributing directly to the content published here, and sooner rather than later. I'm a notoriously slow writer, I tend to have inspiration in flurries, so I'll need the help in documenting our journey together.

I've always been the kind to explore and challenge limits, so I've also decided to use this effort as a device to encourage her own internal exploration of sexuality. I'm strongly of the belief that giving one's submission in an unthinking manner is hardly any gift at all, I want a a knowing submissive as well as a willing one, if you know what I mean.

With that in mind, I decided now was as good a time as any to further explore a taboo subject that's looked at in most circles with total disdain, if not disgust, that perhaps in some instances more innocent and less distasteful as we might imagine. I'm talking about sex with relatives, what some folks might label as "incest".

I'm not an oedipal individual, although I do remember having a hell of a schoolboy crush once (or maybe twice) on a female cousin, so my choice of incestuous relations isn't so much of a reflection on my own desires, as it is a reflection of an interesting posting I ran across on the blogosphere.

Here's the mail I sent to my slut . . .

My Darling Katharina!!!

Here's your first public writing assignment as my submissive, if you are able to accept it. If you are unable to complete these tasks, although disappointed, I will understand. But I hope you also realize that I would have no choice but to punish you for the disobedience and refusal to fulfill your Master's sincere and reasonable request.

I am interested in further documenting and sharing our sexual journey together. Not only do I think it's exciting, I also believe it's a good tool to use in exploring our desires and feelings as they grow and change.. So, with that in mind I believe the new blog I've created is a safe and effective medium for us to document your continuing journey into submission, as well as my continuing thoughts and actions as I "Captivate Katharina"!!!!

There is no specific deadline for the list's completion, but the sooner you complete this group of tasks, the quicker you can move forward to more, and more, exciting exercises.

Please complete the following tasks in order.

1. - Go to the following web address - http://lindasuediary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-with-relative-tell-me-everything.html

2. - Read the original story and ALL the replies - this itself will take some time since there are a good number of replies.

3. Create a new gmail account

4. Using your new ID, you will now proceed to register for a blogger account at http://www.blogger.com/home -

5. Now that you are registered and signed in with blogger, proceed again to http://lindasuediary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-with-relative-tell-me-everything.html and reply to that post - detailing everything you can remember about your brief encounter with your cousin feeling you up in the wheat field. Obviously it's not a sexual encounter that is true incest - but it was a innocent sexual incident that involved a relative - and I'd like you to share the story.

I hope you will be able to fulfill these requests to please your Master.

My love for you grow daily (as does my desire)
Master Michael

With that sent, I spent the day anticipating her reply when I arrived home from work later that evening . . .

new beginnings (part one)

Last night we began "playing" again, after a fairly long break due to pressing family responsibilities. It was a wonderful new beginning, as I continue captivating Katharina. All events occur later in the same day described in the prelude . . .

For tonight, I began by asking my beloved to stand at the foot of the bed and disrobe for my pleasure. It was near bedtime and we were already quite casual, I was relaxed reclining on the bed while Katharina puttered about, finishing up her nighttime routine.

She pulled her shirt off over her head with a cute little flurry. My sweet pet was once rather shy, even in front of her Master, but she now enjoys delighting my eyes with the vision of her naked flesh, knowing that it pleases me to gaze upon her unclad charms.

Bending over slightly, she proceeded to peel off her clingy nylon panties, giving me a nice look at her shapely derrière. Her instructed task complete, she slid next to me in bed, rubbing the pale smooth flesh of her legs against mine as she snuggled tighter.

I looked into her soft blue eyes, and said, "I'd like to see you pleasure yourself, slide your hand down and touch your pussy until you cum."

Katharina has always been a bit shy about allowing me to observe her pleasuring herself, although I've overcome that reluctance, the shy girl inside still shows through her more confident exterior appearance at times like these.

"It may take me a while," she said, hesitating for a moment.

"You know I'm almost always a patient man," I replied with a knowing smile.

She started immediately touching herself, reaching down with her right hand, cupping her mound. I watched intently as she deftly parted the pouting lips of her pussy, reaching for moisture to lubricate her clit.

Then I noticed that Katharina's left hand was unoccupied, resting quietly along the line of her hip.

"Perhaps I've been tying you up too much," I said mischievously. "It appears that you don't know how to properly take advantage of being given permission to self-pleasure," I continued, obviously glancing at the slack hand. "Why don't you use that hand to pinch your nipples for me," I added.

Deciding that it was time to get involved myself, I repositioned my weight allowing my right hand access to her feminine charms. I began softly running my fingertips over her inner thighs and around her hips. Katharina's breath visibly hastened, making me aware of her heightened arousal,

Reaching between her legs, I began lightly tracing the rim of her asshole with my forefinger. As I'll more fully detail in future writings, my sweet slut came to me relatively inexperienced in almost all forms of sexual interaction, and the pleasures of anal play were no exception. That said, Katharina is has become very responsive to anal stimulation, so just a few fleeting moments of fingering, teasing, and massaging her tight pucker made her squirm harder still, a low moan escaping her lips.

Seeing her excitement build, I watched as her well practiced fingers continued dancing around her clit. Sliding a thumb up between the pouting pussy lips, I savored feeling the heat and slickness of my slut's excited cunt.

I rubbed my thumb around the mouth of Katharina's cunt, before abruptly pushing it in, burying the digit completely. I could feel her excitement, her hunger, as the wet slickness grasped my finger.

Almost instantaneously she asked the question I was waiting to hear, "Oh please Sir, may I cum?," My darling Katharina gasped breathlessly.

"Yes you may cum my darling," I whispered.

I watched intently as my slut writhed in the throes of her (mostly) self induced orgasm. Katharina was a sight to behold, her pale skin flush with excitement, her body twitching involuntarily in the aftermath. How delightfully endearing, I thought to myself, as the waves of her orgasm broke on the shores of her submission.

I then turned and glanced at the bedside clock. Just as I'd suspected, less than 10 minutes had passed since I'd first made my request.

"Remember when you first came to me slut?" I asked quietly.

Katharina affirmed the question with a silent nod.

"Look how far we've already come," I continued. "There was a time when you worried that you wouldn't lubricate enough to please me. But now, it takes little more then a few nasty words whispered into your ear, and that sweet pussy starts to literally drool with excitement," I teased. "And where it once took you as much as an hour to peak when pleasuring yourself, now you cum as quick as a little boy," I joked.

Katharina broke my gaze, and cast her gaze downward. It's at moments like these, when her involuntary mannerisms betray the depth of her feelings, that I realize just how profoundly submissive my pet really is in her heart. At the same time, I'm hit with the realization that she's almost literally a dream come true for me.

new beginnings (a prelude)

While she cooked my lunch yesterday, I asked my sweet Katharina if she'd care to hear me read aloud some pornography. Always eager to please, and being deep at heart, an adventurous slut herself, she called in to me, "Why sure . . . anything you like, Sir."

With a knowing grin I answered, "Oh my sweet pet, please be careful what you say! "

"The word 'anything' is awfully inclusive, and I can't imagine you'd want to hear me read a story about bestiality or incest right now . . . or would you?" I continued.

"Well no, I can't say I'm wanting to hear those things right now," she replied a bit uncertainly.

"I've found the story of a "going away party" that I'd like to read to you my dear," I said,

"I'm not sure of your enjoy it, but I'd like to see how you react . . ."

My going-away party, Part I

I am lying naked on a bed with soft, clean sheets. My hands are tied to the headboard. I am wearing a blindfold. Something about the blindfold actually heightens senses other than vision. Opening my eyes only yields blackness. So I close them and feel the mouths sucking my nipples hard, the hands roaming all over me. I am already very wet. My legs are free and I feel hands parting them, raising my knees.

An unfamiliar body. He's very slender and his breath vaguely smells of peppermint as he leans down kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He lacks any finesse, like a college-boy. And very slim -- I rub one leg up and down him. But I can feel his erection pressing against me, and he's hung. Ohmygod. I can feel him reaching down with one hand, playing with my pussy with the tip of his cock, my juices coating it. Then he starts to push inside.

It hurts and I cry out. "Go slow, babe." He waits for me to adjust my pelvis to take more of him. I feel his head push inside me, and behind it a very thick shaft...I imagine this as one of those cocks that gets bigger beyond the head. Gasp, I gasp, and his breathing is coming hard on my shoulder. Then his head and torso push away; he must be raising himself up on his arms. He uses this purchase to push his cock all the way in. I let out a half-moan, half-scream. I am filled up, the walls of my pussy almost painfully stretched.

I wrap my legs around him. He's so skinny I can go way beyond crossing my ankles. And yet he's got this giant dick, which he proceeds to use on me full throttle. He's fucking me with a hard rhythm, very fast, his ass and pelvis rotating up and down maniacally. Then he slows down and I rest my feet on the backs of his thighs. He pulls way out, then slams inside me, provoking another moan/scream. I open my legs wide and push up my pelvis to await the next move, and he slams in again. Then he pulls almost out, leaving me quivering, unfilled, the walls of my pussy wet and waiting. It's excruciating...waiting, wanting the rhythm of fucking. But he plays me with more skill than I first expected. Again and again, he slow-fucks me.

Then I feel my legs being lifted and I am nearly upended as my feet and ankles go over his muscular shoulders. Now he's going even deeper, hitting my cervix...not comfortable...yet the thickness of him keeps me moaning and groaning. My hands strain at the headboard, wanting to feel his face and chest, grab his gymnastic little ass. But I am helpless to do so, which of course adds to the arousal. I keep getting to the brink of coming and he hits my cervix...my sounds a mix of aroused woman and pain...it all mixes together with a strange, new sensation. He grunts and shakes and I feel his come shooting inside me.

I don't know his name...

About this time my lunch was ready . . .

My beloved Katharina had a bit of a strange look on her face at this point, but I continued on with the story to gauge her reaction.

My going-away party, Part II

He immediately pulls out. I hate it when men do this...it's even worse when it's a well-hung stud...my pussy is suddenly left empty and achie. I am still quivering, right on the brink of coming. I want to put my legs together and clench them together to bring myself off. I wish my hands weren't tied. God, I want to come so bad. But suddenly another man is on top of me.

He's big and his belly is on mine as his dick slides inside. He feels average, and that's fine. It takes my poor big-cock-fucked pussy a minute to adjust to him but by that time he's already fucking me. He's down on me, rubbing my nipples and breathing against my neck. He smells like cigarettes but makes no attempt to kiss me.

I feel his weight on me, holding me down. His pelvis, though, is a lithe and supple thing, ramming in and out, up and down, oscillating. What a feeling! I raise my legs against him and my feet start to heat up again. Now my pussy walls are tight against him and I grind against his pelvis, fucking his back. His breath comes very sharp and fast. He's one of those men who doesn't make noise, but I make him moan. He gasps: "God...you're...tight...hot..." I wonder if he's going to come or have a heart attack on top of me!

Then he pulls both my legs wide and holds them in the insides of his elbows as he slides back inside. I am spread wide open, feeling very vulnerable, feeling the air in the room brush against my hips and anus as I am lifted higher off the sheets. He fucks me with abandon as I gasp and moan. His heavy balls slap against my ass -- an unbelievably sexy sensation. I hear our sounds...the first man came in me and my juices mingle with his semen to make that distinctive squishy fast sound of being really fucked. My feet are burning and I am seeing colors at the edges of my eyes...

I am just about to explode when he lets out a "oh, fuck!" and I feel him spurting inside me. His cock seems to grow bigger as this happens. He must not have come for a month: I feel the semen cascade inside me, then dripping out, running down into my anus. He immediately pulls out and I moan with disappointment.

"Fuck me, fuck me...I want to come..." I am moaning. Only silence comes from around me. With the blindfold, I can see nothing. The room smells of strongly semen and pussy.

I wonder: How did I get into this?

Perhaps it's not everybody's idea of ideal dinner conversation, certainly it has not received the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. But, that was, in fact, part of my design.

By inserting this little story into the middle of the day, and at an unexpected point in time, I hoped it would have a little bit of "shock effect". I wanted it all to stick in my Katharina's mind, even if just in flashes or fragments.

I quizzed my darling as to her thoughts about what had been read so far. Although her initial reaction centered on potential health issues for the stories heroine, seeing her squirm a bit in her seat, I knew at least part of my plan was effective.

So I continued . . .

My going-away party, Part III

I have just been fucked by two strangers. I can't see them, but I know how they feel on top of me, the texture of their skin, the scent of their breath, the size and shape of their cocks, the way they fuck and the way they sound when they come, the volume of sperm they pump into me (a lot).

"How much edge can you handle, you little slut?" Chris had asked the question with a fond look but an edge in his voice. I knew he had been angry with me for screwing around on him -- just as I had been pissed at his continued dalliance with Heather. So now I was leaving, and he wanted to throw me a "party." Would I go along? No details. "I don't want to be hurt, and if you bring friends, make them wear condoms," I said. He nodded. Liar.

Now I lie on the soft, expensive sheets that smell of sex. My hands are still tied to the headboard with soft but unyielding restraints. My little pussy aches from being fucked and from being taken to the edge without letting me come. I know it's all part of his plan. If a woman could have blue balls, I am she. No one says a word.

The mattress is again depressed and a body lies beside me. Skin on skin, this is unmistakably female. She gives me urgent French kisses, her tongue exploring my mouth, then lingering, teasing lip brushes. Her hair falls down on my cheeks and neck. It feels lush and curly. She's a good kisser. After a few minutes of this, she leans over me and one heavy breast caresses my face, then the other does. Her nipples are erect and thick, and I lick and suck them hungrily. But soon she takes them away. Now I feel a leg coming across me and I smell pussy as she moves to sit on my face and get adjusted. Her pubic hair is soft and sparse.

Her pussy is very wet. The juices cover my lips and nose as I start licking and tonguing her. She's has a very pungent pussy odor, and I start to get aroused all over again. Someone has recently fucked her, because as I drill my tongue into her vaginal canal I taste man -- I get thick globs of semen mixed up with her pussy juices and swallow them. The semen has a sharp, nasty smell. She rocks back and forth, moaning softly as I work on her. After a thorough tongue-fucking, I worship her labia, only occasionally darting up to her clit. She has small, bud-like pussy lips. Then, as I really focus on her clit, she starts grinding against me. This goes on a long time. With my hands tied, I can't guide her or raise her pelvis.

Thank God she's relatively light or I would suffocate. By now she's really grinding against my face and I am bearing down with my tongue on her clit. Her pussy is making lubrication overtime now and it covers my face even as I try to lick it up and swallow it. Her cunty smell becomes even more pronounced, and I can feel her shake in little pre-orgasm contractions.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhGod
Godaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she lets out this long, low moan, shaking and pushing against my face. I involuntarily wrestle at my restraints. I want to hold her close. But I can't. After sitting and rocking for awhile, she dismounts with a little yelp, and I am alone again on the bed.

At this point i could see a slight flush on Katharina's face and neck. As a pale skinned blond, her excitement is often visible. Perhaps she was also just a little embarrassed at being "confronted" by such a debauched scenario out of the blue in the middle of the day, but I was also quite aware that the flush indicated her physical reaction to elements of the story.

I returned to reading the story to it's conclusion . . .

My going-away party, Part IV

By this time I am starting to lose my bearings, all I have is a riot of sensations -- my clit aches for need of an orgasm, my pussy has that high-voltage quiver of being repeatedly fucked, my face is covered with another woman's pussy juice -- mingled with a man's semen -- my legs are noodly and shaky, come running out of me is tickling my anus, and the room reeks of sex. Nobody speaks. After the woman's orgasm, the only voice is mine, moaning, begging to come.

Hands untie me, while other hands gently caress my belly and thighs. Mouths suck on my nipples, getting me worked up all over again -- one of the mouths is topped by a scratchy mustache. The other mouth must be the woman -- her hair falls on me -- and she sucks hard. I groan loudly, whisper, "that feels so good." They turn me over and rearrange me. It's all very gentle and silent, and now I am on my knees, my ass high in the air, my arms resting on a pillow.

I expect another dick in me from behind. Instead, the bed leans in a little and a body is in front of me. Now I have hands free to explore. It's a man's body, with hairy legs and a flat belly and a fat, short cock. I let my hands roam and feel it encased in soft foreskin. I just barely brush my hands across it. Time for somebody else to get played. I kiss, lick and bite the tops of his thighs, run my tongue in circles around his belly button. With one hand, I reach up and pinch his nipples. I hear him start to breathe heavily.

I approach his cock slowly. First, I cup his balls in my hands and lick them. Some men want it rough with their balls sucked. But you never know. It can be painful for most guys, so I take it easy. They are tight and close to his dick, with soft skin and little hair. He's clearly enjoying this way too much. So I start lightly licking his cock. It's almost like an artillery round in shape -- of it feels that way: I am still blindfolded. But the skin is so soft. I flick my tongue up and down and in circles. He lets out a baritone moan.

Now I pull down the foreskin and inhale the man smell. I jerk him off gently while kissing his belly. My ass is still invitingly in the air, and this is brought home to me when suddenly the other side of the mattress is depressed and I feel a man positioning himself behind me. I try to lick and please my uncut man, running my tongue around his exposed head, but my pussy is having pre-quake jitters in anticipation of what's to come.

Any woman who tells you every cock feels the same (except for the really big boys) isn't paying attention. Each is delightfully different. And now I feel that distinct, sweet pain of the big head of Chris's cock pushing into my vagina. Even though I've already been opened up by a monster and am gushing pussy juice and come, his head still gets my attention. Selfish bitch that I am, I ram myself against him, letting it fill me up, and let out a pre-orgasm scream.

But he's having none of it. His strong hands firmly grip my hips and he won't really fuck me. God! He stays inside, then slowly withdraws, then oh-so-slowly slides back in. All the while, he keeps control. I am breathless. But I keep working on the fat little cock before me. It slides into my mouth and I gently suck while cupping and caressing his balls. Next I move my head up and down a few times, just to get things started. This is going to be fun...

Then a big rope of semen explodes into the back of my throat and the man screams a profanity and grabs my head. I am swallowing as fast as I can as two, three, four big ejaculations fly into my mouth. It tastes like very salty, pungent pea soup. Haven't swallowed so much in awhile -- he must be young. I ease up the pressure and manage his orgasm, so it feels good, not to painfully intense, and he's soon just moaning and stroking my hair. His cock collapses and I lick up the rest of his come from his pubic hair. The taste of come stays in my mouth, keeps my throat sticky, and I can feel the thick semen on its way into my stomach.

Now Chris really starts to fuck me. Piston, whatever fucking analogy you want this is it. He does the move where he angles his hips as he fucks, letting his cock touch different areas inside me. Incredible feeling. It doesn't take long before I am seeing colors at the edges of my eyes and my feet are burning. My pussy gives some powerful contractions and then the first orgasm just annihilates me. He just keeps fucking. I have buried my head in the belly of my uncut friend and I am screaming and moaning, whimpering unintelligible fuck talk. Yes, I claw the sheets... A finger slips into my anus, finger-fucking me with KY while Chris's dick is fucking my pussy. He's done this before, in preparation to taking my ass. This time, though, he's so aroused that all he can do is suddenly pull out of my pussy and slide into my anus before he comes. I am filled up with cock and semen and he collapses on me. We're all in a heap, gasping and moaning.

Everybody had another turn, at least. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked or in how many positions. I rode the heavy-set man and came again. Chris gave me a sweet missionary fuck, my legs wrapped around his waist and hips. The woman and I sixty-nined, and I just got to the plateau and couldn't get off, but she came again. Then, above my face, I felt a cock slide into her and I licked it and her as she was fucked. Later, I sucked the semen out of her. The first guy, the skinny one with the impossibly large cock, gave me a hell of a shafting from behind -- really rough this time, hard to adjust my pelvis to take all of him -- but I had another shattering orgasm. The only rule was that I couldn't take off the blindfold.

It seemed as if we had taken a pause. I was lying there, as well-fucked as a woman could be. After awhile, my nose itched and I thought, what the hell. I took off the blindfold. The room was empty. Nobody but me and the semen-stained sheets.

A single red rose was on the pillow next to me. I could barely walk the next day.

I looked to see my Katharina still squirming slightly in her seat.

I asked my dear sweet pet about her thoughts on the story I'd read, and she struggled a little to find words. She can be so sweet and innocent, almost child like at times, yet I know her desires are quite adult, and are certainly not "vanilla".

With a soft but firm voice I instructed Katharina to stand for me, which she did immediately.

I then continued with my instructions, "Pull down your pants and your panties." Kat complied with a gleam in her eyes.

"Now spread your legs," I said.

With her pants and panties down around her ankles, it was a bit awkward to comply with my wishes. But my sweet sex toy graciously spread her knees and tilted her hips, giving me clear access to the hairless prize she knew I desired.

I brushed fingers lightly against her soft bare vulva, then used my index finger to part the lips of her pussy. Although she wasn't soaking, I could tell that my reading had it's desired effect, as the wetness of her excitement was clearly evident.

Abruptly, I rose out of my chair, and addressed her with a stronger tone in my voice. "Pull up those panties slut, play time's over," I commanded.

My sweet wife groaned with obvious frustration, as she asked rather urgently, "Is that all?"

I laughed confidently and said, "You of all people should know by now that foreplay doesn't happen just in the bedroom, and that it's better to sometimes delay gratification."

By now I was grabbing my briefcase and heading for the door, while my Katharina was working to restore her clothing and compose herself.

"If you are a good girl, you might just have those nasty desires fulfilled later," I said with a bit of a grin. "Now get that sweet ass moving slut, we've got work to do"

(Master's Note - the story I read to my sweet submissive was taken directly from a sexy blog named - Linda Sue's Diary I've recreated the postings from Linda Sue's Diary in their entirety, exactly as they were read to my Katharina. Linda Sue's Diary is is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License allowing its reuse with attribution. )

Captivating Katharina

Captivating: Having power to captivate or charm; fascinating; as, captivating smiles.

Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
David Hume

As the quote implies, this is a blog about desires and affections. It is a true story . . .