Sunday, May 25, 2008


Another from the archives of our epistolary courtship. This one I started. And this time I'm leaving in the little side comments that slipped into the story-telling at the end.

There is actually a photo that goes with, but I'm not assuming that the philosopher is willing to share it. He really is very possessive...

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Another tiring day, another tiring commute. Wearily he unlocked the door, grateful to be home, looking forward to the sight of a naked and submissive kitten kneeling by the door in her slave chain and leather collar.

No kitten.

His irritation flared up. Where was that pet of his? He thought he'd been making progress in her training, overcoming her fits of cursing, her independent impulses, her resistance to obedience. He hoped he wouldn't have to punish her again, although the twitch his cock gave at the thought reminded him that it could be enjoyable sometimes. At least for him.

He called out for her, in a not totally friendly manner. "Kitten?!"

No answer.

Then he noticed a little parade of tea candles leading though the living room. Intrigued, he put down his things, took off his coat, and followed the trail, which was certainly more effective than breadcrumbs. When they brought him into the dining room, he stopped in his tracks.

The dining room table was opened to its full length, which seated eight. It was covered with a rich blue table cloth. And on it lay his missing slave. He noted that the blue was a good color for her.

He also noted that she was naked, so at least she was doing something right.

But what he noticed most of all were the fresh strawberries. They started between her breasts, and continued down her belly to her cunt. Her hands were clasped behind her head, and there was a mound of berries on the table at each armpit. Her legs were spread wide; she had managed on her own to tie them to the table legs. Between her thighs was a bowl of whipped cream. Flowers were tucked into the links of her chain.

She was naughty, but she was creative, and certainly irrepressible. As his cock hardened, he sighed and said softly:

"What in the world am I going to do with you?"

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He was struck by the odd combination of independence and slavery. . . she had broken orders, to find a bold new way to submit to him.

Such a puzzle, his little kitten. . .like a knot that can't be untied no matter how hard you tug at it. . .or a labyrinth, that will swallow all attempts to navigate it.

His kitten was a mystery. . . and at the same time. . .

She was completely open. . . literally. . . her body exposed and available to his every whim. . .

His philosophical mind pondered the logical problem before him. . . but only for a moment before the wolf's hunger deep within distracted him. . .

Called him to feast. . .

He approached his slave. . . and wondered aloud:

"Where shall I start?"

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She had been looking up into his face the whole time he stood over her. She knew him so well, it was as if she could see his thoughts displayed like opera supertitles across his forehead. And she knew. She knew that when it came down to it, the hungry wolf always won over the strict disciplinarian slave Master. At least she thought she knew. She was counting on it...

He was standing right over her now, his eyes passing up and down her body. He plucked a particularly large strawberry from under her right armpit, dipped the tip in the whipped cream, and held it in front of her face.

"Open your mouth," he said sternly.

Surprised, she obeyed. He inserted the large red berry halfway through her lips and stopped.

"Close your lips. Bite down just enough to hold it in place. Don't suck on the cream. Hold the berry there and don't make a sound."

Now she looked alarmed. She also looked ridiculous with the makeshift gag. He knew that soon saliva and cream would start dripping out the sides of her mouth. He wouldn't leave her that way long. After all, she had meant well. But he did need to remind her who was in charge.

He scooped up a healthy glob of whipped cream with his finger and spread it on her right breast. Then he started to suck . . .

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She wanted to cry out. . .to beg for more. . .but with the strawberry delicately perched between her lips all she could manage was a strangled moan.

Like an animal.

He concentrated on his task. . .licking and sucking her breasts. . .the breasts he loved so much, with their sensitive, expressive nipples.

After licking every last drop of cream from the right breast, he repeated the procedure on the left. By the time he was done, his little kitten had drooled much of the cream away; her face was a mess of saliva cream, and the tears that streaked her cheeks.

"Don't bite, kitten. . .I'm not done." He said scooping up more cream, and scribbling a path with the tip of his finger across her belly and down towards her cunt.

"WHIPPED cream, kitten. . .just the thing for a Dom! How clever you are. . . too clever perhaps. . ."

And then his tongue was busy lapping up the trail of cream. . .

He was patient, taking his time, not rushing to reach the end of his journey down her body. . .

From the moans that escaped past the strawberry. . .he could tell that his kitten was not quite so patient.

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Her mouth was so full of saliva and cream, she was afraid she would choke. She should have thought of a pillow when she had her clever idea. Damn. Somehow he always managed to get the best of her.

His tongue was doing what it always did. Making her crazy. She couldn't help herself. She started to writhe, even tho it dislodged the display of strawberries she had worked so hard to create. And while she had started out with her hands clasped submissively behind her neck, now they too joined in her body's attempts to express what her mouth could not.

He was getting closer and closer to what was now becoming an effluence of honey. She almost held her breath.

Then he stopped licking. He selected another strawberry, from just above her bush of red curls so like his own. He dipped it in the cream. And then he brought it to her strawberry colored clit. And stroked it.

She let out a loud cry, jerked her head back, and bit through the strawberry gag. A small piece remained in her mouth while the larger part fell onto her chest.

(I do have some very large strawberries here, and tested out the biggest one to see how it would be positioned in my mouth. Quite an effective gag, but definitely an ungraceful sight.)

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"Naughty kitten! I said don't bite!" He could not conceal his amusement at her writhing and moaning. He continued stroking her clit with the strawberry. . .until it was as red and swollen and juicy as the fruit itself. . .and covered in her own honey.

He grabbed her flailing hands, the hands that were trying to grab his head and direct his tongue to her sweet center. . .but she would not set the pace here. He tied them together, and then stretching them over her head, bound them to the table.

He then went back to her cunt. . .teasing her with the strawberry, and flicking it with his tongue.

"So ripe. . .so juicy, kitten. . .such a sweet dessert you are."

Her squirming had caused her to crush many of the berries that she had so carefully arranged, and her legs and sides, and her ass, had become covered in a mixture of whipped cream and pulped strawberry. This he smeared over her front as well: her breast, her legs, her belly. . . her face. . . all smeared with the sweet paste.

"You look delicious, minette. . .absolutely scrumptious. . ."

And then he kissed her. . .hard. . .right on her throbbing pussy. . .

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(Oh god, it IS throbbing, too... i'm not sure if i can think straight much longer... )

ohhh. she moaned from so deep within her that her toes vibrated. And she kept on moaning. she strained against the ropes and she moaned. She tossed her head from sighed to side and she moaned. her pelvis jerked back and forth and she moaned, until finally he had to hold her down at her hips to keep her from hurting him.

"Hold still, kitten, or I'll have to get another rope."

but he knew she'd never hold still, so he fetched another rope and passed it a few times around her and under the table, so that it held her just above her nest of red curls.

"That's better," he said, satisfied. Then he selected a small berry, loaded it up with cream, reached under her, and eased it into her ass before returning his attention to her pussy.

While kitten kept on moaning.

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(What are you wearing? Take it off.)

Her mouth and ass now full. . .he turned to her final crevice.

As she whimpered and moaned, and squirmed and writhed, he thrust his tongue. . .slowly, deliberately. . .as deep as he could. . .flicking the tip of it all the while.

He fucked her this way for the better part of an hour. . .pulling out for a moment, only to push in even deeper. . .and the taste of the strawberry and the cream, mixed with her own natural sweetness only served to inflame his hunger. . .

He feasted like a starving animal.

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(My my, do i detect a trace of huskiness in your voice? is my Master getting turned on just a little? What happened to all that Domly self-control? :-)

(As to what I WAS wearing... the same loose-fitting jeans as yesterday, tho a little looser after another day's wear, and a little wetter in the crotch... ok a lot wetter... light-weight black cotton turtle neck t-shirt, etc etc, of which now only the slave bracelet is left. I do love wearing my slave bracelet, Master.)

She had no idea how long he had been fucking her with his tongue. She had no idea of anything any more. She was a moaning, crying, writhing creature, nothing but animal passions, nothing but body, his slave not because he commanded her, not because he bound her, not because he spanked her, not even because she wanted to be. She was beyond wanting, beyond knowing, she was a slave to his tongue and would do anything he wanted if he promised never to stop.

Except that she didn't know how much more she could stand.

And finally, he didn't know how much he could stand, either.

Quickly, he untied her from the table, tho keeping her hands bound. He loved seeing her hands bound. He wrapped the strawberry-cream coated table cloth around her shaking body, gathered her up in his arms, and lowered the whole writing bundle to the ground. Quickly, he spread out the table cloth. Quickly, he pushed her legs apart. Quickly, standing over her, he unbuckled his belt.

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( A bit of huskiness, perhaps. . . but I assure I am still in complete control, my saucy little kitten. . .)

He stood over his slave, and the sight of her naked body, smeared and sticky, drove him wild. He unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection.

He hesitated a moment, mulling his options. Then a wicked grin crossed his face.

"You've swallowed the strawberry. . .AGAINST MY ORDERS. . .kitten. Perhaps there is something else you would prefer to have in your mouth.

She understands, and moving awkwardly, her hands being tied, and her body slick with strawberry jam, she struggles to her knees. . .parts her lips. . .and takes his cock into her hungry mouth. . .

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Now her moans changed to whimpers. She loved having him in her mouth. She SO loved having him in her mouth. When they were apart she'd wake up in the middle of the night and feel the ghost of his cock in her mouth. her lips remembered just how wide it was, her tongue could never forget its sweet taste. And oh, how lovely it was, the feel of his soft skin moving over his hard shaft. God, she adored his cock.

She loved to make him moan. She loved feeling him grow in her mouth. She loved the first drop of precum, the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. But it was always hard doing the job right when her hands were tied behind her back. She moved her mouth back and forth over his glorious erection, she licked, she nibbled, but it still wasn't her best performance. Usually she cupped his balls in her hand, or sucked them into her mouth while caressing his cock with her fingers. Or ran a circle of fingers up and down the base while concentrating her lips and tongue on the top. So much she loved to do for him. But without her hands . . .

Finally he took pity on her frustration. Or, more likely, came to the aid of his own. Taking her head in his hands, he steadied it and started fucking her mouth. Not too violently - he knew she had a terrible fear of choking and an active gag reflex - but enough to make it clear that he was in charge and her mouth was his to use. She surrendered willingly, happily, going into the trance that always overcame her when she gave him head. She was nothing. She was nothing but a source of pleasure for him. She was a mouth and tongue and teeth, she was his sex slave, his kitten, she was anything he wanted her to be.

And that's all she needed.

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He gently controlled her head . . . rocking it back and forth . . . enjoying the sensation of her lips and tongue sliding back and forth over the shaft. . .

Soon he was ready to cum. . .his hips were bucking wildly, and his breath was coming heavy and ragged. . .

Just before he exploded, he roared with pleasure and pulled out of her mouth, sending a river of cum roaring down her chin, to mix with the the sweet sticky coating that was already there. he leaned against her shoulders to steady himself. . .his legs suddenly feeling weak. . .

When his sanity had returned. he knelt down before her, cradled her head in his hands, and looked her deep in the eyes. . .whispering. . .

"Would you like to cum now, kitten?"

(Would you?)

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Feeling him cum like that, hearing him cum like that, it was almost as if she were cumming herself. She felt such joy at the pleasure she'd brought him that tears burst forth. She wished her hands were free to rub into her body the cum cream with which he'd anointed her. Rub it in with the strawberry puree, with the whipped cream, with her sweat, with her tears, with honey scooped from her cunt, to create the most magical of desserts out of their passion for each other.

Oh right, her cunt. There had been a question in there, right?

"Yes, Master, i would very much like to cum if there is nothing else you'd like me to do for you..."

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Then cum for me kitten.

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And she did.

(You do know that I'm always very obedient and don't touch myself during the story until you say i can or tell me to cum. you do know that, right? i really am obedient.)

She collapsed down onto the smeared table cloth. He knelt down beside her, gathered her into his arms, and held her and rocked her. And she was content.

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(Your obedience is unquestioned, my naked, submissive little kitten.)

The shrieks and gasps as she came were like music. . .and he smiled as her muscles tensed and her limbs contorted when the orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

And her face. . .at the very peak of ecstasy, it was like a mask slid off her face to reveal the wild animal beneath.

This was his kitten, his slave, his pagan goddess. . .and when it was over, he gathered her limp body in his arms and rocked her.

Soon he would lead her to a warm bath and scrub her clean. . .but for now, she was his kitten and there was only this moment to be lost in. . .

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you're so far away
and you make me feel so good
(a totally inadequate description. . .)

i do feel as if you are holding me

you ARE holding me . . .

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And now, my naked sex slave, I am lifting you up and carrying you off to bed. . .but alas, only to sleep.

It's late, kitten. . .I have to get up early tomorrow. . .

So to bed, and dream of strawberries. . .and cream. . .

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oh, Master, i'm so sorry. i kept you up past your bedtime!

thank you for a lovely evening - i'm always so polite …

and yes, dear Master, i'll dream of strawberries …
and of cream…
and of you.

good night, Master, from your devoted slave-kitten.

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Sweet dreams, sexy.

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Tuesday, 17 April 2007


Paul said...

Oatmeal Girl, this is both luscious and beautiful.
You and your Philosopher are something else.
Your words more then suffice.
Thank you so much.
Warm hugs,

oatmeal girl said...

Paul, it is so lovely to have you as a reader. I am delighted that you find pleasure in our own.

Anonymous said...

really enjoyed this and LOVE the little comments between you. what a lovely way to give us a picture of what your relationship is like. :)

Mina said...

Fantastic! I have really enjoyed your last 3 entries. The story of the selkie was wonderful and this one is so sexy and sensual!

oatmeal girl said...

thanks, meg. aren't we cute?!:-)

mina, i'm so glad you enjoy our fantasies. i'm rather surprised that i didn't bring out the selkie before this.

one curious thing about this story is my take on the mouth fucking. i was trying to send a message. i always loved giving blow jobs, but hated having my mouth fucked. it's absolutely true that i have a sensitive trigger on my gag reflex. but as it turned out, when we finally met up 3-1/2 months later, i loved it when he grabbed my hair and, with no delicacy whatsoever, positively raped my mouth. it's oe of our very favorite memories.