Carnal Thoughts

Carnal Thoughts

I like to watch. It pleases my senses to observe my sub's first stumbling steps into the blackness that will soon claim her body and soul. From the moment that she enters the darkened room and stands still at my whispered command, my eyes are taking her in and wondering whether she will be the right one, the perfect submissive for me.

This one has potential, I decide with a secretive smile as she enters, head high and proud, and I wonder how much of her haughtiness will disappear and how quickly when I start to entertain her with the darkest imaginings fresh from my tortured mind. Dark tresses caress her shoulders and I yearn to touch her white skin there and then down to her breasts which push out against her thin blouse. Long legs clad in black stockings or tights...I will discover which...sweep out from under her knee-length skirt and she is wearing strappy sandals on her delicate feet.

She halts in the very centre of the room and then flinches as I turn on the powerful spotlight so that it beams a radiant stream of light down onto her, outlining her against the carpet. I step out of my corner confident that she cannot see me against the light and I order her to place her hands on her head. Gracefully they move up her body, almost sensuously reaching up her face until they attain their place on top of her black hair and settle down into the softness there. I watch, admiring the clean slim lines of her figure and the quiet way in which she stands, accepting of her needs and desires as her breasts subtly rise and fall under her white blouse and the heat of the light falls on her.

I circle behind her and move closer until I know that she can sense me there but she is obedient enough not to turn round as my hands touch her back and I trace gently down to the swelling of her buttocks then on to her thighs and calves before I bring them back up each side of her until I can cup her breasts in the underwired brassiere. I pull out her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and she gasps as my hand touches her bare skin while I begin to unbutton it until there is just one solitary button left holding it together. The skin of her flat stomach is warm to my touch and I lay my palm on it and soak in her fears and desires into my own body, feeling her flesh throb and vibrate against me.

"Undo the last button," I command, making her reveal herself to me and her hand slowly slips down and settles nervously on the pearlescent fastener then slips it carefully out of its hole. The blouse gapes open and my hand slips up and removes it from her shoulders leaving her red brassiere now exposed along with her pale creamy skin with its so subtle dusting of freckles. I take the catch of her bra and open it then hold it together for a few moments before releasing it, letting it fall away gently like a sycamore leaf spiralling out of control.

I step back and leave her there and watch her struggle to resist the natural temptation to cover herself up. There is an immediate flinch of her fingers but she controls herself and allows me to view the twin delights of her jutting mounds and the delicate whorled pink peaks that crown them. I envisage hours of delight playing with those, teasing and stroking, licking and nibbling before and after the pegs and the clamps have been applied and I wonder if those thoughts flicker through her mind as the tiny draughts in the room tickle her nipples into life. I can see her tremble now, a visible little shiver that runs from her head down to her thighs and it delights me the way in which her breasts move so slightly and yet so obviously and I muse on the little teasing caresses that my light whip will make there and the livid red weals that will mark her creaminess for days to follow.

Such delightful thoughts keep me amused as I notice her trembling increase when I step back towards her and I know she can sense my presence there or see the faint outline of my shadowy darkness covering hers. I unzip her skirt and then once more instruct her to unfasten the button, giving her the final say in denuding herself of the garment and I am pleased as she obeys without any hesitation and the skirt drops to lie like a pool of black ink around her feet. I am less happy with the tights that are revealed and the way in which they are drawn up over her red panties to hide much of her luscious bottom flesh from my view. I make a mental note to punish her severely for wearing them and then I slip my fingers inside and roll them down to her knees. Now I have a view that is only obstructed by the thin silken panties which barely cover half of each cheek and I stroke my fingers slowly across the white skin and savour the warmth and the velvety texture. I feel her breath hiss into her mouth as I cup one cheek with my palm and squeeze and mould the globe before I release it once more. I take out a sharp pair of scissors and she flinches as the cold tip touches her skin and then I snip down the side of the panties on both thighs and they fall away, ruined now and I wonder how she feels as they flutter down to the carpet, knowing that she will never wear them again and that now her body is completely bare to me from the knees up.

I step in front of her for the first time and take in the wide-eyed deep emerald gaze that looks at me for an instant before she drops her eyes to the floor, bowing her head ever so slightly. Her full breasts lure my own eyes and I cannot resist the temptation of touching the tips, feeling her soft nipples start to swell as I brush my fingers across them. Her pubic hair is trimmed neatly and hardly obscures the cute, whorled lips of her labia which peep out shyly from between her thighs as I sink down and snip her tights away until she stands there in only her sandals, high heels elevating her calves and tightening her bottom cheeks. Exercise time, I decide, and I make her walk round the room, circling me as I stand there observing the way in which her flesh shimmies and shakes, breasts wobbling and buttocks swaying while her hands stay resolutely on her head even when I make her run by flicking at her rump with a little quirt. I allow her to slow to a halt, perspiration just beginning to break out at her hairline and I step up close and smell her, feeling her scent seep into me and excite me.

I tell her calmly that I am now going to punish her for wearing tights and her luminous green eyes fasten on mine for a second then slide away and I can almost see a glimmer of satisfaction lurking there and I smile to myself as I wonder if she had been disobedient on purpose. I decide to treat her to a few harder strokes just in case as I order her to bend over and grasp her ankles with her hands. I love the way the position exposes her soft-lipped cunt and then the tight dark star of her anus winks at me lewdly while I can see her breasts between her widely parted thighs. I rest my hand on her left cheek and feel it vibrate ever so slightly almost in anticipation of what is to follow and I draw the moment out cruelly before I bring it up and then back down and the noise echoes crisply around the room while a red rose blossoms on her whiteness. I spend a minute or so on her left globe until it is a dull red colour from outside to in and from top to bottom and then when she expects me to begin on the other buttock, I start on her white tender thighs and I obtain the first little gasp of discomfort as the surprise stings into her skin. Soon the flesh is deep red verging on scarlet and her moans are rising, filling the air with such sweet sounds of distress and therefore pleasing me inordinately. I start on her inner thighs and bring my palm up close to the sensitive lips of her quim and watch the flesh ripple under the impact before I finally spank the right cheek of her arse red and raw, finishing with some hard stinging smacks that make her hands clench round her ankles tightly and her throat rasp with painful grunts and groans.

I allow her to straighten up and I observe the stiffness in her muscles as she moves slowly and painfully back to an upright position and then I fetch a stool for her and tell her to sit. She places her stinging cheeks carefully on the hard wooden seat and keeps her thighs primly together as I take her hands and tie them behind her then bind her ankles to the stool. Her green eyes widen in fear as I unearth a flexible strip of rattan, yellowed with age, and I whisk it through the air, listening to the beauty of the noise it makes. Does she consider the whistling displacement of the air a song of loveliness as she flinches on her stool, tied and waiting, helpless and bound? The thought teases my mind as I place the cane against the side of her thigh and slip a blindfold down over her, making her emit a little mew of protest and fear as her sight is removed. I pick the cane back up and rest it across her thighs, feeling the muscles press against the hard wood, flexed and tense, ready for the first stroke to cut into them. However I use the rattan ever so lightly on her breasts instead, tapping it quickly against her generous swelling flesh as she hisses out little gasps of pain and shock through her parted lips as the skin starts to redden. Quick flicks of my wrist keep the cane stinging against her tender breasts, striping her scarlet and crushing the delicate buds painfully into her chest while the tears start to stream down her cheeks from underneath the blindfold.

One hard stroke swipes down and lands across her thighs as I see that they have relaxed and she squeals as a vivid crimson line blossoms on her whiteness there before I return to her exposed breasts. I alternate the strokes at irregular interval, always trying to catch her by surprise as I lay the length of the rattan across her twitching thighs so that her shrieks and squeals please my ear as they echo round the room. I make a mental note to ask her afterwards which is more painful. Is it the cutting bite of the cane into her white thighs or the stinging repetitive zip of the wooden rod on her full breasts? Twelve livid red lines of fire emblazon her legs when I finally finish and I remove the blindfold so that I can stare deep into her pain-clouded, stormy sea-green eyes and drink in the delight that it gives me to know she is offering herself body and soul.

I release her legs from the stool then I stand in front of her and order her to undress me...with just her mouth. Her hands are still tied behind her back and so she has to struggle with her soft mouth to unfasten the buttons on my shirt before slipping it off my shoulders. My black jeans cause her enormous problems as she tries to undo the tight button at the top but finally she manages and then her teeth catch the zip and pull it down slowly before she bites into the material and tugs them down my legs. I sit down on the bed and watch her face make a little moue of displeasure as she grasps the toe end of my sock and wriggles it off followed by the other one. Then she turns her attention to my briefs and she nuzzles her cheek up my thigh and rubs it against the bulge and I smile inwardly at her coquettish ways even as I slap her gently round the face for being so sluttish and forward. Her mouth fastens on the elastic and she pulls down and my cock springs free, jutting proudly up to the ceiling in excitement and pleasure as it feels the warm breath of her sighs waft across its purple head. I sit down on the hard wooden seat of the stool and then tell her to be generous with her spittle on my cock as I consider which hole to use today-the soft and warm pussy or the tight clenching star of her anus. My thoughts are interrupted by the delicate touch of her lips on my glans; a kissing sensation that sweeps into my senses as her soft mouth embraces my cockhead and envelops it wholly, sucking it into her warmth and wetness. She slides her lips down further and then back up and I watch the glistening shaft and feel the pulse increase in tune with my heart. Minutes pass in pure pleasure as she continues to use her expert lips and tongue on my rock hard rod before I tell her to tongue my balls, making her lick across the taut surface of my testes while I shiver slightly at the teasing touch.

I grasp her long black hair and pull her head away and then ease her up until her legs are straddling mine before I place my hands on her buttocks and encourage her forward with hard slaps that echo throughout the room. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she raises herself onto my lap and my thick prick juts out from between her thighs so that it looks like she has grown a cock there. I can feel the gorgeous heat of her wet slit on my balls and then sliding onto my shaft as she eases herself forward a little more until finally my glans is rubbing against her soft labia, oozing slippery wetness on the delicate pink whorled lips. I cup my hands under her arse cheeks and lift her on to my cock as it thrusts straight up, excited by the nearness of her quim and then I feel the velvety softness enclose my crown before I allow her to slide down swiftly, forcing a little gasp of pleasured surprise to exhale from her ruby red lips as my thickness fills her. The raw heat of her tight tunnel sears my shaft as I stare deep into her emerald eyes before I bend my head forward and take one of her erect nipples between my teeth and start to bite, gently at first and then with increasing force until she makes the most delightful keening noise deep in her throat as the pain builds. I lift her slowly up, hands hot against her buttocks then drop her down quickly, feeling my length thrust up deep inside her as her pussy lips throb around me.

I repeat this many times while my lips and teeth tease and torment her hard buds, eliciting little gasps and groans as pleasure vies with pain deep in her heart and soul. I can feel her quim juice trickling around my shaft, soaking down into my pubic hair and over my balls and I decide that the time is right so I lift her completely off my cock and position the slippery head against her tight little anal star. Her eyes widen and she looks at me in mute appeal, mouth opening to say something but I shake my head and she shuts it as I start to lower her down until I feel the warmth of her rectal ring touch my cockhead. I experience the most delightful shivering from her body as my prick nestles deeper into her anus and the tight opening splits apart as her weight bears her down. Her mouth opens wider and I watch her tongue flicker across her lips nervously as she feels my knob slide into her and I can feel the heated innards clenching around my tip as I go ever deeper until I remove my supporting hands and allow her to drop down. The breath squeals out of her and wafts hot into my face as my cock fills her rectum completely. I edge my hands round and push her ankles up until she wraps them tightly round me and they nestle delightfully in the cleft of my buttocks as I rock up and down slowly while my lips nuzzle her rock hard nipples. Her juices continue to bathe my body as I shaft her anal hole slowly and carefully, teasing her almost with delicate movements and then slipping in the occasional deep thrust that makes her clouding eyes bulge slightly. I can feel every quiver of her body as my hands wrap round her back and press her tight against me and for the first time I kiss her on the lips, tasting her mouth and relishing the sweetness as we exchange kisses. Her tremors grow more violent and intense and her lips suck on mine harder and I know that she is about to come and so I shaft her harder and faster, thrusting my hips up and bucking her body up and down on my length, feeling it almost painfully in my balls as the urge to come inside her grows.

Suddenly she writhes on my lap, wriggling her hips down further and opening her tight anus up fully as she comes and her pants and moans slither round my mouth as we kiss and I reward her with my seed, jetting great gobbets of thick come into her hole for what seems like an eternity as the room darkens around me. Her entrails squeeze against my shaft and suck out every last drop of my white froth and then we stay entwined on the stool as my length slowly dwindles until it pops out of her buggered bottom hole and lolls against my thigh. My sperm follows slowly and I watch the flushed embarrassment in her face as the first drips slide out of her tight hole as my fingers open her up and then comes a rush which dribbles down over my cockhead and I whisper in her ear that her tongue is going to lick me clean and I see the first sign of real shame flicker into being in her soul and I know that she has reached a new level of depravity. The thought excites me and I know that soon my cock will twitch back into life as her sweet, unsullied tongue wraps around it and begins its new task.

Is it you I am looking for as you read this, I wonder now?

What does your heart say?