Flaming Again

Another bit from my book Flame:

He let me and went back to caressing me. I knew he was hoping to arouse me, but I didn’t want to make love. I wanted him to leave me alone.

“Little flame. I will not allow you to sink into a wounded silence. You will stay with me emotionally….now roll over here and look me in the eye.”

I heaved an irritated sigh and reluctantly rolled over. I didn’t want him in my space. I told him so. “You don’t have any space right now. All of you is mine right now and I will not relinquish that right to you now. You need me to hold and protect you. You need me in your space right now….to not be alone with all this old turmoil. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. Now….you are here to pleasure me….and that’s what you’ll do. For me and for your own mental health, you are going to pleasure me right now. Spread your legs….”

He got between my legs and slid his cock into me, kissing my reluctant mouth, caressing my breasts. I fought it with what little strength I had, but I was too exhausted still from all that emotion and fighting and hiking to do much in the way of getting him off me. He took what he wanted from me, fucking me slowly and compellingly until I began to respond despite myself. After awhile, it felt like the arousal was filling me up with something besides horrid emotion, so I let it take me over. Michael didn’t let it become aggressive…he kept it gentle and sweet and full of comfort. No kink…just kind and passionate. We made love for several hours. Not until I had started to forget the day and have a shift in my mood, did he ask me to breathe with him for Tantra. We breathed together a long time. I wept alot. I had alot of images dance through my mind…but I don’t remember them well enough to write them and they felt like images of emotions being released from my body with the breath, so I just let them go.

I fell asleep in his arms and woke up to full sunshine and Michael wanting us to go for a walk to inspect the road work. I got up, feeling like a train had hit me. Every muscle in my body hurt from trying to attack Michael yesterday. He hugged me sympathetically and took me on the walk, saying it would make me feel much better. I knew he was right, so we went. No leash today, but I was asked to stay within six paces of his body at all times. I settled in to watching his body hypnotically, just trying to stay within the distance and to follow him where he went. I ached all over and I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Luckily, it seemed everyone was having breakfast, so I didn’t have to be social. We got back and ate a leisurely breakfast. When I had finished eating some fruit, soy yogurt and granola, Michael wanted me to bend over the table for a morning quickie. I wasn’t really in the mood, but I submitted because that’s why I was there. Michael could tell that I wasn’t having fun, but he did what he wanted and then pulled me into his lap to tell me that he had a surprise for me later. I sighed and said that I didn’t want any more of his surprises. I got a look. The one that said that spankings would be happening if I didn’t stop being cheeky with him.

He waited for me to, but I wouldn’t apologize for being rude, so he pushed me off his lap and bent me back over the table for a harsh spanking. There was little warm up and then he was giving me a really hard spanking. I was soon dancing to try to get away from him hand, but he continued until I relaxed and let him do it. He was aroused by then, so he also had himself another fucking….When he was done, I felt….cleansed somehow. I had been holding on to the anger, but the spanking had got me to let that anger go and settle back into feeling safe with Michael. I couldn’t have told you why that was; not for even in exchange for winning a Powerball ticket.

I just knew it had happened and that I felt better, so when he pulled me back into his lap, I stammered an apology for my rudeness and snuggled in to his shoulder, thanking him for planning a surprise. He just smiled down at me and let the moment for talking pass.

Later, he put me on the spanking bench and flogged my back for awhile and I drifted in the fog of trance for an hour or two while he flogged and fucked me by turns. It was heady and wonderful and I didn’t have to think. Later, Melissa and Jason came over and we sat around the table to have lunch. Michael insisted that we talk about the day yesterday. Melissa and Jason listened to Michael describe what he saw me doing and then he’d make me tell what I felt in that moment. Slowly, they got the whole emotional picture out of me. When I had finished, I felt purged of something ugly. I knew it wasn’t all gone, but there was a big chunk gone and I had not only lived through it, I’d managed to retain my basic trust in Michael.

That’s when I found out we were going to dinner and a movie. We got in the car and drove to the nearby town with Jason, Melissa and Cindy and had subs that we took to a baseball game that the local league was having. I could care less about baseball, but the others were having fun, so they made it fun for me. We lingered after our meal for a few minutes and then went to go see the newest sci fi release…that I discovered was directed by the man Michael wanted me to meet after our month was up so he could direct the movie on my book. I was thrilled and watched the movie avidly, having never noticed his name before. He’s not one of those huge names, so I’d not paid any attention to his work before and hadn’t had a chance to investigate him since Michael told me about setting up an interview with him about my book. I loved the movie and felt he’d done a nice job on it. I had some critisisms but in general, I thought he had a good vision. I was really excited about talking to him now, which was Michael’s entire point in bringing me. I was ecstatic that he’d negotiated such a good opportunity for me. I was leaping up and down when we got out of the theater, celebrating my good fortune and madly hoping to see my own story up there on the screen next. Michael was indulgent with my girlish silliness and was doubly amused when Cindy and Melissa started playing with me too. We were soon doing hoochy coochy dances in the parking lot and laughing at each other. The men just stood back to watch, before herding us into the car. We ladies got in the back this time together and before we were half way home, we were kissing and fondling each other. It was great fun. Michael pulled over to watch with Jason for a few minutes and then decided that the cabin would be more fun to continue our play, so he got us to the cabin much faster than we’d left. We were all slapping asses, chasing each other inside with the men laughing and egging us into sex acts when we tumbled in the door to find Myra and Greg back a day early. Apparently, they had grown tired of their trip and wanted to come see how the road work was going. We were so silly, that Michael sent us into the bedroom so he could talk to Myra and Greg about the drive way and path work.

Melissa, Cindy and I began playing with the power wash in the bathroom, squealing so loudly that Michael couldn’t talk to Myra and Greg anyway, so he gave up and came in to join the fun, only to find Jason leaning on the door jam watching with delight at our play. We had the bathroom soaked before we were through. Michael swatted us out of there and made us clean up the mess, but he was just as amused as Jason. The three of us had just as much noisy fun cleaning up as we did making the mess. Myra finally came in to see what we’d got up to and took us in hand with as much playfulness as we’d had earlier. It was good to have her back. Everyone finally retired for the night to their respective spots and Michael and I were left alone for some play. He had really enjoyed my girlish release, so he wanted more playful time with me. He decided that it would be fun to put the hood on my head for several hours while he fucked my mouth and dripped candle wax across my belly and breasts. He also got a bucket of heated wax that Myra had prepared. for him before she went to bed. He had found some type that was very hot, but just shy of burn temperature. He made me dip my breasts again and again until they were like a candle. When he’d finished, he took more photos and then came in my mouth. Michael had a hell of a time getting that all off my skin and restoring it to softness afterward…but somehow managed. I just smiled and enjoyed the touch. The hot liquid on my skin made me crave something hot and liquid inside me, so I asked Michael if I could have the hot powerwash in me. He smiled and took me in the shower stall figuring that was also be the best way to get the wax off my skin. It hurt getting it off, but I was rewarded with some powerful orgasms from the hot water up my cunny later. Mmmm….

I love that thing.

Sunday August, 17, 2012

The next morning Michael surprised me by painting me with my blood before I was fully awake. He often has his hands between my legs or is fucking me already before I’m fully awake, so I didn’t really look at him. I am also frequently wet when I wake up because he’s cum in me before I fell asleep or woke me during the night and then not let me clean up. The scent was different on me today and that made it through the sleep haze. I opened my eyes to find myself with flowers and butter flies of blood on my skin. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and crawled on me to fuck me…. It didn’t matter how badly I bled, he fucked me all day long. He just had Greg and Myra lay down plastic and let me bleed on the floor while he flogged me and fucked me and whatever else he wanted. The bleeding made no difference to his plans…they just seemed to incite him to be more aggressive. He spanked harder, fucked harder, tied me snugger, put me into more painful positions, insisted that I not make a sound….whatever came into his mind, he did to me.

He ignored my mood swings that day too. It was as if I hadn’t said a word. That really pissed me off. I was feeling really tired and I wanted food and sleep, in that order. He just kept on…and I was getting more and more frustrated about him pushing me when I wanted to rest from bleeding. He continued to ignore my mouthiness and do what he wanted, which was use me. Instead of pleasing me, it enraged me, which he ignored further. I began to fight him. We were sticky with blood all over ourselves and he flipped me on my belly, blood flying everywhere from the puddle I’d landed in and spanked me hard for a long time. I think it took Myra and Greg awhile to clean up after that scene.

He picked me up afterward and dumped me in the shower, following me in. We washed him off and then me. It took awhile because it was caked on every where. I didn’t know I bled that much. He pressed me against the shower wall and fucked me again. I’ve never been with a man who could hold a woman up on a wall to fuck her until and during his orgasm before…but that day he did. He was maniacal. It was as if he was possessed by that blood.

Having him play in my blood….ignore it…be incited by it…enjoy it….that was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

Finally Myra reminded him of the party he had planned that night. Reluctantly, he let me eat and sleep and I slept like the dead. Myra kept trying to wake me up, but she couldn’t. Finally I roused when it was nearly time for the party. I just had time to bathe and get ready before the guests arrived. Myra helped me find all my gifts too. It was great fun for me to give them to each person and they all had a good time opening them. We ended the night with Michael doing a scene with me while everyone watched. He put me in a full body shibari, head to toe, straight as a board and then suspended me by a point between my breasts with my feet tied to the floor and stretched tight. The ropes wanted to let me turn sideways with each breath. I had to utterly relax to keep them fully taught so that I would be on my back, which is what Michael wanted me to do. He knew he was forcing me to deal with my fear again…and that he was doing it in front of everyone. I just looked at him and breathed…staying relaxed and waited for him to let me out. when he did, he only untied me to my thighs and then had me kneel before him and wait while he thanked each person formally for helping me to grow as a person…and for helping him to organize the rest of the work on the property. Most were going to be leaving in another day or so. Much of the path work was done and only another day or so was left of work on the drive way. It would all be done before they left as would the improvements each had made on their own cabins while here. Michael had a little gift for each of them too and then he let me the rest of the way out of the bonds. I had felt some fear come up badly when he didn’t let me all the way out. I’d prepared myself for waiting until he let me down, but when he didn’t let me out all the way, I grew upset, so it was a struggle….but I got through it and once I did, I felt really happy with myself.

It was a good night. I really enjoyed myself.

When everyone left, Myra and Greg retired, saying they would clean up in the morning. Michael spent the rest of the evening paying attention to me…or I should say that he just fucked my mouth all evening or made me give him a hand job, saying that since the other juicy places were messy and he didn’t want to clean up the mess, he was going to have to make do with other parts of me. I was amused and enjoying his silliness. I know he was feeling sad that this was the last week, so I wanted to please him.

Tuesday, August 19, 2012

I have always wondered what it would be like to have a sufficient amount of sex for a month. I have been learning what that is like for the first time in my life. I think that if I’d had to cook and clean up after us, I would never have made it…and I’d never have stayed looking so pretty had it not been for Myra preening me constantly. I suppose that’s why Michael did it, now I think about it. Regardless the month was nearly at an end and I was sad about it. I had submitted to Michael as fully as I could without the deep soul mate connection that I have always required for this sort of experience….and I’d healed. I was anxious to find M and fuck him like a mad woman. I called him yesterday. I was soo good to hear his voice. We have a date for the day after I get home….which was in three days.

Myra just put henna on my hair again to brighten it up and we did some more waxing. Michael came into the bathroom and asked how I felt about one last time with Jason before I left. I told him the truth. I had no preference about it. I like him and enjoy intimacy with him, but I could leave it up to Michael and Jason to work out between themselves. Michael looked me over closely and said he thought it would be nice to have Myra paint my body again on the day before I left. I smiled at him, dreading the time having to be still, but also thinking how much M would like to see me painted like that.

I thought I might call him to move the schedule ahead, but then I realized that I didn’t want to smell like Michael when I went to M…so I pushed that thought aside.

Michael had indeed been talking to Jason, who had asked for another day with me before he left. Michael thought it would be easier for us to part if we had some time apart before we parted. I had to agree with him…but I think that it was really so that he could cement things with Cindy to make the transition easier for him….I was so excited to get home to M that I was in a haze mentally. I was so preoccupied with getting home to him that the only thing that held my attention fully was sex. I love Michael and I feel very fond of Jason, so I am happy to serve either of them…but I just want to go home now…

Jason came over for lunch and took me immediately to the bedroom. He put me right on the bench with merely a kiss and went to work on me with a flogger and a wooden paddle. He pushed me very hard. I was sobbing when he’d done and was deep in trance. Then he picked me up and practiced Tantra with me, deepening the trance but making it shared. It was incredible to share with him. When I’d become more aware of my body, he laid me down on the bed and loved me until it was dinner time. I was more than ready for food. The only thing is, he didn’t want to have a normal meal time. He tied my hands to the chair and set me on a toy which he wanted me to rock on while he fed me slowly, morsel by morsel. It is a strange thing to be fed like a baby and yet sit there in front of people and cum on a toy….I don’t think I can describe how that felt. It was just…strange…an utter mind fuck.

When I’d eaten, Jason decided to make me watch Michael with Cindy. They were doing shibari in the living room. I found myself intensely jealous. I hadn’t expected that. I sat there weeping, watching them. They had a good relationship. She was much more trusting of him than I was and she could relax and hold far longer enabling him to put her into far more uncomfortable positions. She was very effected by the positions and he was so aroused and proud of her…He’d begun to use a name with her…Sassy. Yup. I was jealous. When they’d done another pose, Jason took me to the bedroom and held me while I cried. He wouldn’t let me talk…just cry. When I’d finished, he reminded me that this was all a part of D/s and letting go of that relationship….and that I needed to put this stuff with Michael aside and fully give myself to M. No dwelling…no pondering. Just move on.

I nodded and asked him if we could breathe together again. We did a long time. I got alot of weeping out. Then he took me out in the living room for some shibari of his own…He tied me with my elbows up by my ears and into a harness style tie which I was suspended by. He got a flat spreader bar; a very long one and had me stand on it near the restraints. Then he set a candle on the bar. The heat from the flame was not enough to burn my skin, but only if I were in motion. I was forced to flex my hips so that the heat passed from my anus to my clit over and over again. I have never felt anything like it. Each time the heat got to intense, Jason would put a paddle between my pussy and the flame for a moment and then I’d have to start again. Then he made it harder, by spanking my thighs. Wow…that man is mean. He really does have an evil imagination. *sigh…* He makes it intense and stimulating to submit.

Strangely enough, I liked it….but I don’t know if I’d want to do it again.

© Shannee Green 2007