Aberdeen 2015

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The count down to my first signing event is on and i’m getting very excited. The organisers have just posted images of the interior of the venue and it looks more awesome then i ever expected it to.

I’m currently putting the final pieces together for my swag bags so i don’t do my usual of leaving it all until the last minute. Some of the items from my play bag may even tag along with me. You never know when someone in attendance may enjoy the feel of my crop or flogger :).

I have even sorted my signing event outfit of a kilt and special t-shirt and you will all get to see a photo of this very soon.

xxx

Ten Minute Teaser No.2

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Bound To Submit

Her hands were bound tight in front of her body as she stood before him with feelings of fear, intrigue and excitement flowing through her. His dark jeans and black t-shirt clung tight against his body, emphasising the definition of his muscular form that she yearned to touch. As he grabbed her bindings she breathed in a quick breath from the shock of his sudden jerk of motion.

He smiled, enjoying the panic he could create from mere movements towards her. Lifting her tied hands above her head he slowly fed them over the hook that swung rhythmically above her. As she looked up at her hands, she noticed the rope that was attached to the hook was threaded through a hoop and down to a pulley system. As she looked at the pulley she realised he had made his way to it and was turning the handle, causing the hook along with her hands to begin to rise higher.

When the clicking of the pulley finally stopped, she could barely keep the big toe on each foot from touching the ground beneath her. Both arms ached as gravity pulled on the weight of her body trying to drag her back to the cool concrete floor. With her new height she could stare directly into his bright blue eyes as he moved back in front of her subdued body, only a breath away from being pressed against her naked skin.

She can only watch as he moves slowly downwards, his hands caressing her legs as he travels. Grabbing each ankle in turn he binds them with rope and ties them to pillars at either side of her, so that her legs are separated enough to expose her bald pussy to him.

With silent breath she listens as he moves behind her and lifts something from what she assumes is a table or a shelf. When he reappears in front of her she sees his fingers toying with the end of the crop that he is delicately holding.

“I don’t want you to use that on me,” she begs. He looks over the curves of her body considering where he may strike first.

“It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I want. What I need.”

“Please I’m begging you.”

Her pleading means nothing to him and only one thing will make it stop.

“What is my name?” he questions, a harsh undertone in his voice.

She remains silent and drops her head so she can avoid his gaze. The answer he wants is not one she is willing to give, but she knows that her silence will only bring that which she does not want. She shudders as he runs the tip of the crop between her legs, catching her clit and sending a pulse of sexual need through her body. As he takes the crop away she can see her own juices glistening on the dark leather. He brings it within an inch of her lips.

“Lick it.”

She wants to let her tongue reach out; to taste her sweet nectar but she knows if she does it will be the start of a road she is not yet ready to travel. She will not submit to him!

Letting the crop drop he moves to her side. She sees his arm suddenly rise before the sharp crack of the crop comes back down with force catching her bare cheek. She bites her lip as she tries to stop herself from crying out. Again his arm rises before letting out another sharp whack of the leather crop, this time against her other cheek. As they both burn mildly against the cool air that is flowing over them, she catches her breath for a moment. She moves her body slightly in some hope that she may be able to release herself but she knows it won’t be possible unless he allows it.

Moving back to face her once more, he runs the crop head over the sweet lips of her cunt, coating it in her fluids that are flowing more freely than before. Her excitement is obvious. She can deny it all she wants, but her body will always reveal her lie. Bringing the crop to her lips, he demands her again.

“Lick it.”

Even she cannot tell if she is being stubborn in her will not to submit, or if she wants the punishment of the crop against her soft flesh. As his question goes unanswered, he moves away from her slightly as he eyes her body with a sadistic look in his eyes. The first slap landed firmly on the inside of her left thigh, catching her off guard and she lets out a scream from the sudden pain. The second slap catches the inside of her right thigh, again causing a scream though lighter than the last. Now she was prepared for it. His motions quickened as he brought the tight leather crashing down against each thigh in turn. Mixed screams and moans escaped her as her thighs burned and her pussy juices trickled down her legs.

She felt the crop against her wetness before it came to rest in front of her lips again as he posed his question once more.

“Lick it. NOW!”

She brought her tongue forward past her lips, not quite reaching the mixture of leather and her own sweet juice. Her mind wanted the taste of it on her tongue, its sweet smell pleading to be licked but she couldn’t do it. She could not submit to him.

The crack of the crop was lighter this time but its target was met and felt as it landed against the lips of her pussy sending a shock of pleasure through her loins. He brought his hand to her, separating her lips to expose her tight bud. With quick but mild slaps he brought the leather to her clit and the sensations built quickly within her.

“Please no. Please don’t do that.” she begged.

“Are you ready to answer my question?” He demanded.

Biting her lip as her emotions and sexual pleasures both built together, she shook her head at him still stubborn in her desire to remain her own. His pace quickened and the slaps landed more often. Her hips bucked trying to escape. Knowing that if she came she would belong to him whether she verbally admitted it or not.

The touch of leather against her swollen clit stopped and his manly finger began to tease it in its place. She found the crop by her face once more and he leaned in to her, licking her face of the sweat starting to form on her red cheeks.

“I don’t need to ask you to submit to me. Your body already has. Your body wants the release your cunt is aching for and all you have to do is lick your juice from the crop.” he whispered.

She could never forgive her body. As much as her mind wanted to remain free her body was begging to be his slut. Without thinking her tongue eased from her mouth and ran along the warmth of her juices on the leather as she enjoyed the taste of the juice her body had spilt in its betrayal of her.

Dropping to his knees in front of her he brought his mouth to her red mound and drank deeply from her as he listened to her moans above him. Although she had held out she needed something to remember why she should submit to him for eternity. He gulped down her cream as she came hard against his tongue. Her bright red cheeks tightened as pulse after pulse of hot liquid forced its way from her abused pussy and into his waiting mouth.

As her spasms subsided he raised himself from the ground, pleased to see her head hang slightly due to the physical drain she felt. Taking his hand tenderly to her chin he helped her head up to face him.

“What’s my name?”

She wouldn’t resist him anymore. As much as she wanted to be her own woman, her body had shown her that deep within her hard exterior burned a slut hungry for his abuse.

“Master.” She finally answered.

He kissed her deeply, letting her enjoy the taste of the remaining juices that coated his lips. As she began to enjoy his embrace he pulled himself away from her.

“Now, let’s see what else you can handle.” He said as he walked past her, placing the crop back in its place and searching through his other toys and devices.

Ten Minute Teaser No. 1

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Picture added by Ashley Westphall-Carr and picked at random to write a ten minute teaser

He had been true to his word. She was exquisite. The soft light above her highlighted the curves of her body as she sat on the cold floor. She was naked and her arms were bound behind her as I had requested. Cynthia was one of Max’s best slaves and I had wanted her from the moment i had seen her on display in her glass cage at his recent exhibition in London. Max never let anyone spend time with his slaves. I can’t say i blame him because i would never want to share Cynthia with anyone. My investment in his company was to much for him to decline me this one favour. A high cost for a single evening with most women but for Cynthia I would give my fortunes for even a moment with her.

As i approach her she can hear my footsteps and turns her head as far as she can to see me for the first time. During the exhibition her cage was well lit while outside was dark so the slaves could never see who was viewing them. Stepping out of the shadows she could see my full naked form. I could see her eyes tracing the outline of my muscular body and the length of my growing cock that grew harder with each step at the growing expectation of touching her, of tasting her.

Finally standing in front of her I help her sit properly before me as i slowly kneel so my head is level with hers.

“Hi.”

That one word stumbled from my lips as the nerves of the moment took over me. It had been pointless speaking since i knew she had been ordered not to speak throughout the evening. Max had many rules. She would not be allowed to speak. No penetration was allowed though oral was agreeable. I could not hurt or mark her in anyway. She had to be returned in the same condition she had been made available to me in. Every part of my being wanted to have her completely. To be able to spank, bite and fuck her but the restrictions I had agreed and bound myself to made the moment even more exciting. She was a forbidden fruit in my garden of eden fantasy.

Leaning forward I let my lips touch hers tasting the sweet cherry flavoured lipstick she was wearing for the occasion. My cock ached as it caressed her thigh and her tongue parted my lips beginning to tease the tip of mine. I was lost in the moment. Time appeared to slow as our tongues made sweet love to each other in our embrace.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Letting our lips part I began kissing my way down her neck reaching her supple breasts and taking each nipple in turn between my lips and running my tongue with gentle flicks as i suckled on them. My kisses continued down to her belly button where once again I allowed my tongue to explore. As my kisses moved further downward I could hear clearly as she moistened her lips with her tongue, sensing her own excitement build.

I was unable to go any lower as her thighs were pressed together blocking my path to the destination i so vitally needed to reach. Running my fingers up her calves and over her thighs I can feel her shudder at the touch. Her gasp was clear as I grip her thighs. This woman is an angel to me but nothing will stop me having her. I easily separated her thighs and my eyes glisten at the sight of her pussy already gleaming with droplets of moisture waiting to be licked. I don’t refuse myself the chance and quickly my tongue glides between her wet lips, pressing lightly over her clit as i reach it. Each stroke of my tongue against her is long and firm as her taste intoxicates me. Her thighs part further as her need for me increases, allowing my tongue to explore deeper. Her moans begin to echo through the empty warehouse enticing my tongue to explore deeper inside. The ropes that bind her make it difficult for her to balance and she allows herself to fall gently against the floor.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”

She breaks the rules herself as she cant stop herself from crying out against the pressure building within her drenched pussy. Her hips move uncontrollably but she is unable to escape my pleasuring. Her thighs grip the sides of my face and her hips push off the floor as she screams into the darkness that surrounds us. Brief moments pass and her body lays against the floor once more as she breaths heavily into the cool air.

There is no time to rest. We only have one night. Standing to my feet I help her to her knees. I have to say nothing as her tongue begins to run up the length of my meat which strains against her touch. Her tongue explores every inch of it as i gather her hair in my hands.

“I can’t hurt you but i can for one night make you mine.”

My words are clear to her and her eyes look deep within mine begging me to take her. My grip of her hair tightens as i plunge my cock into her mouth which she eagerly takes. She doesn’t move. She allows me to buck my hips back and forth as i hold her steady. Her mouth is the only thing i can fuck and fuck it i will. My tip presses against the back of her mouth with each thrust. After a few times she raises her head slightly allowing my length to push deeper as it eases into her throat. My motions are quick and along with her experience it stops her reflex to gag on my throbbing cock. Her lips tighten around my girth and she sucks each time my cock retreats from her, milking my cock like i had never felt before. As i look down again into her eyes I see a tear roll over her cheek from the pressure of my cock against her throat. That was it. She was mine. Maybe for just one night but she was definitely mine. My balls squeeze and my cum escapes from me. Her tongue licks along my cock as i ease my hips back releasing the pressure from her throat.

My legs are weak and shaking. Unable to carry my own weight I slowly let myself drop to the floor as Cynthia lays beside me, her back pressed against my chest and her hands softly caressing my cock and balls from their position tied behind her back. Although the night was not yet over I was satisfied in the moment. It didn’t matter to me what it had taken to get to this moment I only cared that the moment was here and it was more than i had ever hoped for.

I’m Back

I’ve been quiet on here for way to long so thought it was time for an update.

So first off I have joined the ranks of Bitten Press LLC YAY

Swag has been ordered as has trading cards for some of the book covers. These trading cards will be limited to 100 print runs of each card making them a limited edition piece of swag for everyone to collect.

And finally as part of this update i finally got my very fine ass into gear and finished the sequel to the blackmailing neighbour. My Beta Readers are assessing it for me just now and then it will soon be off to the editors.

The title and cover will be revealed in due course.

Smut By The Sea 2015

So a good friend told me about this event being held in Scarborough next year and i managed to get a readers ticket free for the day.

So i quickly grabbed my ticket and i have a hotel booked for staying over the weekend and i can’t wait to meet all the like minded people.

If your going i hope to see you there.