Anticipation... Lying quiet replaying memories of loves sweet sounds stolen from your lips Gentle yearnings stir anew in this soul so long left wandering a solitary path Fear and desire intwine in delicious swirls upon my skin Precious aching in secret places beats time with my heart as soft dawn light brings me one day closer to you 3/6/00...Virginia
Survival has a body big as the sun. she shatters the smoke blue shell of twilight, wanting me to remember first sound of wind, bird, shadow of tree on snow, to speak the way they speak interrupting. her voice explodes inside me, gold needles from every pore and though it hurts to breathe full open in her light, bold is the way. She chooses me. 6/18/00 D.
Caitlin There are two types of redheads. The blotchy fair skinned carrot tops and the dark ivory skinned auburn haired beauties. I've never had a passion for red heads in the first category. Oh but the latter... dark auburn hair.... creamy skin... with not a freckle in sight. Invariably the dark auburn hair always comes with jewel like emerald eyes. That is my Caitlin. The first time I saw here she was standing behind a counter at a county fair in Hicksville, North Carolina. I am a sucker for fairs, the lousy food, the clanking rides, the hooky vendors and the games of chance. Pitching dimes, tossing bean bags... I love the silly games. I'd looked up from the dime toss where I'd been chiding some friends who were refusing to leave until they'd won a cheesy stuffed bear and caught a glimpse of her standing amid a backdrop of second rate knock off stuffed dogs and she took my breath away. Like a sparkling jewel amongst rhinestones she glittered. She was wearing an old T-shirt cut off at the midriff and some jeans and while to the untrained eye she looked harsh, I saw past the bitterness in her eyes, the unyielding grimness of her mouth and saw the beauty that lay just beneath the surface. Hick chic. I smiled because I knew that the owner of the stand had her wearing that to attract the local yokels. Motioning to my friends that I was going to try my hand at tossing balls into a milk jug, I walked over to her booth. As I approached to tossed down the cigarette she was smoking and picked up three balls. Handing her a five dollar bill, I picked up the balls and tossed them into the container. One of the perks that comes with becoming a Mistress of the bullwhip is the ability to aim with precision. "You win one of the small dolls." She said and I was taken aback by the sultry quality of her voice. Her voice was deep and husky. The product I thought of some vocal training followed by a few years of following a musician boyfriend across the country, as he pursued his chance at Rock stardom. Too many cigarettes, too much drinking and the death of dreams all came across in that one short sentence. "Hmmm... what do I have to do to win one of the big dolls?" I asked, picking up the next three balls. "It's cheaper to just buy the thing. We're not supposed to sell them but that's the only way to get one of the real big dolls. You have to get 15 balls in the jug to get the big doll." Picking up my next 3 balls, I tossed those into the mouth of the jug as well. As she pulled down the next size doll, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Being an unrepentant pervert means that I notice things like that. What's the old expression guys use... "More than a mouthful is a waste"? She was more than a mouthful, just about a handful. I grinned and realized that the next prize would mean she'd have to reach up even further, bringing the cut off shirt higher, it became a game to me. Screw the big doll... I wanted a glimpse of her tits from beneath the T-shirt. I tossed the next three in succession. She reached up to pull down the next size dolls and as she reached the shirt inched up, as she leaned over it stretched high enough to afford me a view of her nipples as well. Deep dark peach, no doubt the same color as her lips, if she'd foregone wearing the ugly dark brown lipstick she had on. At first I didn't realize that she was taking her time pulling down the doll. She'd begun to pull it down using just her left hand, but had reached up with her right hand as well stretching her arms well above her head, and leaning so that the shirt was pulled even higher. We were standing in that darkened corner alone, no one had ventured back there yet, my friends were still tossing dimes and although there was a brisk business at the fair no one else had ventured to where I was standing. "Wow, that's nine in a row. Are you going to go for the big prize?" she asked in a tone of voice that dripped feigned innocence. She wasn't sure if I was looking, wasn't sure if I was interested. "Yeah, I think so." I replied off hand. Picking up the next three balls I tossed the first two and then toyed with the third. She was already reaching up for the next prize, more quickly this time. Unsure of my reaction, I noticed that her breathing had become a bit shallow, her nipples were erect and there was a slight flush to her skin. "Do I get to pick the prize I win this time around?" I asked before tossing the third ball. "Yes ma'am you do. " she replied. I tossed the third ball into the jug and she walked over to stand in front of me. "Okay, you can pick anything in this row." And motioned towards a row of dolls above her head, and directly in front of me. I pointed at an ugly blue dinosaur that was at the end of the row and would mean she'd have to reach even further if she wanted to remain in front of me. Smiling she brought up her hands and slowly stretched until she'd managed to get the shirt up above her breasts, she wasn't able to reach the dinosaur but made a valiant effort, to stay in the same spot all the while appearing unaware of the fact that she had pulled the shirt up and above her breasts. It made me smile, the ham handed attempt at seduction was charming. I decided to toy with her some more. "You can't quite reach that, maybe if you leaned back some more?" She leaned back a bit more and I took my time appraising what she was offering me. She had great nipples. They'd puckered when exposed to the air, and I pictured those nipples with clamps attached to them. I fought back the temptation to reach over and stroke one. She finally managed to bring the doll down, I applauded her efforts, it had taken her a full five minutes of shaking and stretching to get the damn thing down but she had. It was dust covered, and a testament to how rigged the game actually was. "Okay if you get the next 3 balls in, you win the big prize." She said breathlessly. "Oh and what's the big prize?" I asked with a grin. "Well you get to pick one of the big dolls." She replied with a blush. "Hmmm... okay. I think I know which one I want." I replied picking up the three balls. I tossed the last three balls with little ceremony. "Okay that means you get the big doll." She replied reaching up again with a happy smile. I laughed aloud as my friends walked up. "I won the big doll." I replied. "Are you taking her back with you?" one of my friends called out and laughed at his own joke. "Cute... you know I think that I'm going to write the people who make the beer you drink and offer you as a their poster child." I replied with a grin. "I'm on it baby!" he replied with a grin then headed off after his girlfriend who had wandered off in search of cotton candy. "Well... so I guess you're gonna go off with your friends?" she asked. "Yep, what time do you finish up here?" I asked deciding it was better to just come right out instead of beating about the bush... as it were. "I get off here in after the fair closes up at midnight. I guess that'll be too late?" "Well I'll be back at my hotel room by then. I'm staying at the Holiday Inn right off of 85. I'm leaving in the morning so if you find yourself at a loss for something to do, c'mon on by. My friends live locally so I'll be there alone." "Yes ma'am I'll be there at right after I get done." She replied with a little smile and after a few minutes spent letting her know what room I was in and how to reach the motel. In hindsight I know that I should have noticed the way she called me ma'am. I should have taken into account how she referred to me as ma'am, I should have taken into account the way she was exposing herself to me. But I'll tell you, those friends of mine brew something they call "privy water" and to this day I have no idea what goes into it. I do know that drinking it is like drinking kool aid in Guyana. I made it to back to my motel room just after midnight. To my surprise she was already there. She was sitting by the door on the floor, her back pressed up against the door. "Hey! You been waiting long?" I asked using the key to open the door as she stood up. "Oh no ma'am. I got here a few minutes ago." She replied quietly as she walked into the room. "They don't have room service here, but if you're hungry we can order some pizza." I said as I set down my purse and turned on the lamps in the room. "Are you hungry ma'am?" she asked. Sensing that she was hungry, I lied and said "Yes. Pepperoni?" Smiling she nodded and I turned my back and went to the phone to place the order. When I hung up the phone and turned back to her, I was intrigued to find that she'd removed her clothing and was in the process of pulling off her underwear. "Hmmm, are we on a clock?" I asked. With a mortified gasp, she shook her head. "Oh no ma'am. I just thought that you would want to look at me." She replied pausing with her underwear around her knees. "I see," I replied as I sat down in one of the chairs next to the small table in the room. "She began to pull the underwear up with a blush covering her entire body. "No, don't bother with that.. just sit down." I said as it began to dawn on me that there was something more going on that what I'd figured. She paused and keeping the underwear at her thighs she dropped to the floor on her knees. "Okay, why don't we start at the beginning." I said reaching over to turn off the light by me enveloping me in darkness and making the only light in the room the small lamp that was shining on her. "Well ma'am... when I saw you walk up to the booth I realized that you were the same person I'd seen in New York about a year ago at a night club. You were there with 3 girls and I asked about you. The people all told me about you. That you were a Mistress and that you owned the three girls." Thinking back to my last trip to New York I remembered a benefit I'd attended for a good friend in the Leather Community. There'd been girls brought in for benefit, pleasure slaves was how they were auctioned off. I remembered being disappointed that a tiny red head had been purchased by a leering couple in their fifties. I hadn't given the girl another thought until the moment that I'd realized that she was kneeling on the floor in my second rate motel room. "Oh yes. I remember now. You were purchased by the rather disgusting older couple. I didn't bid because I had a full house. " "Yes ma'am. That's how I come I work at the booth. They sold me to the owner of the booth. She's got a few other slaves who work for the carnival. She's released me now, and I didn't know what I was going to do. And then you walked up." Smiling at her I nodded. "Well then, you were correct. I would definitely want to see you. Stand up." She stood up and with her eyes downcast brought her shoulders back. "Turn around." She started to remove the underwear from around her thighs. "No leave them where they are. Turn around slowly. " Awkwardly she turned around pausing to give me a view of her ass. Before coming full circle. A knock at the door signaled the arrival of the pizza. "Don't move." I said opening the door to pay for the pizza. I brought the pizza to the table and opened it up. "Go ahead and eat up. We'll finish up when you are done." I said, watching her walk to the table awkwardly. The underwear restricted the movements of her legs so she was effectively hobbled. Each step made her tits bounce slightly, and I delighted in the sight of her compact little body. She gobbled the pizza down, "I'm finished ma'am." "Good. Okay follow me. We are going to wash off the fair grime and see exactly what lurks beneath it. " She followed me into the bathroom and waited while I adjusted the water. I turned to her and motioned for her to remove the underwear. As she got into the bathtub, I pulled on the band holding her hair in a ponytail and was amazed to see how gorgeous her hair was. It fell in tangled curls down the middle of her back. Taking a lock in my hand I tugged slightly. "Never again, I want you hair loose at all times." Smiling at me she nodded, "Yes ma'am." I sat on the sink while she showered. I watched as she soaped her body and then as she rinsed. As the layers of grime were washed down the drain in a muddy trail, she began transforming into the beauty I'd seen lurking behind the ugly clothes and the ugly make up. When she'd scrubbed herself for the third time I handed her some shampoo and walked out of the bathroom in search of a comb. I wanted to see what her hair would dry like without tangles and clean. It took a full half hour of applying conditioner and combing to get out all the tangles but at last I felt satisfied that she was clean. She stepped out of the shower and began drying herself. I reached over and slapped her ass. "Dry off before stepping out of the shower." I said as I pulled her after me into the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and with a brush began to dry her hair while she kneeled between my legs. As her hair dried I was again taken aback by how beautiful she was. Her eyes glimmered and were no longer dulled by too much black eyeliner. Her lips the same dark peach as her nipples were full, her nose straight and tiny. She was something to behold and she was mine. Once I'd put away the brushes and she'd crawled around picking up her old clothing and piling into a heap in the bathroom I decided to put her through some paces. I found that I wanted to see what she looked like when she came, I wanted to see how far I could push her, did she crave humiliation, was she an exhibitionist, many questions and I knew that it would be a time before I got all my answers. I walked back in the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I motioned for her to step in front of me. Two inches shorter than me, our eyes met in the mirror. "Raise your arms," I whispered into her ear as my hands cupped her tits. Her eyes locked on the vision in the mirror. My fingers toyed with her nipples and she swayed against me. I ran my fingernails along her hardened nipples and her breath caught in her throat. I pulled on them and she gasped, I twisted and she shuddered. I released one tit and my hand worked it's way down her stomach to between her legs. Using just my index finger I probed past the her lips and touched her clit. She was soaking wet, dripping down the inside of her legs wet. "When we get home, I'm going to have your pussy waxed. I want to be able to see you dripping like this. " I whispered in her ear and she moaned. Her head fell back and her eyes closed, "Not so fast my sweet. Open your eyes, I want you to watch what I'm doing to you." Her eyes opened and met mine in the mirror again. Her skin was flushed, her breathing was fast and shallow. I drew my hand away from her pussy and brought it up to her mouth. "Open your mouth my sweet," I whispered and she took my finger into her mouth and sucked. I withdrew my finger and with my other hand pulled her thighs further apart. She leaned into me to balance herself as I began stroking her clit. At first I moved slowly. First my fingernail scratched lightly but as she began to moan again, I began inserted two fingers into her pussy and with my thumb flicked at her clit. Her hips were grinding against me, and she began to fuck my hand. Up and down she moved against my fingers, I laughed aloud as I lost my grip because she was so incredibly wet. My laughter made her blush, I delighted in her blushes, delighted in the way she fucked my hand. Cursing myself for not having a vibrator so that I could watch her fuck it I made a mental note to remember to pick one up. As she began to cum I brought my hand up to grab hold of her hair, as she climaxed I pulled on her hair and drew her head back, she was almost on her tip toes I was pulling so hard but she fought against my grip on her hair and with renewed effort began grinding against my other hand. "Beg me to let you cum." I said into her ear. "Oh god, please." She moaned as she continued grinding, harder and faster. "No, it's may I cum ma'am." I laughed again. "Ma'am oh god please!" she groaned again. "Say it," I commanded into her ear. "Ma'am may I cum?" she moaned as I flicked her clit again with my thumbnail. "Open your eyes!" I said as her eyes closed. Her eyes opened as I stuck another finger deep inside of her, "Cum for me," I whispered as our eyes met in the mirror and to my delight she began convulsing, the force of her convulsions sucked my fingers deeper inside of her. She came with a moan and shuddered for a few minutes. I pulled my hand out and stepped away from her. She sank to her knees at my feet. Her face was flushed, her hair was sticking to her sweaty face and body. With little ceremony I grabbed some of her hair and pulled her after me, on all fours she followed me back into the room and I released her when she was at the foot of my bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and debated having her service me. Watching her had been terribly exciting for me. I found myself wondering what her little pink tongue would feel like, I wanted to know what her nipples would feel like in my mouth, I wanted to mark her and bruise her so that I could look at the bruises later on in the day as a reminder of the incredible sight I had just witnessed. "Very unexpected my sweet," I drawled and pulled her hair until she was sitting up on her knees. "Thank you ma'am. I hope I pleased you." She replied quietly. Our eyes met and I gave into the temptation. Without a word I pulled her face forward and brought her lips to mine. I kissed her deeply, and she melted against me. Wordlessly I pulled away and pushed her face down, when she was between my legs, I settled back and wrapped my legs around her shoulders. Not my usual position but it afforded me a great view of her little pink tongue lapping at me. She settled onto her knees and buried her face even closer against me. As she stroked my clit with her tongue I reached over to stroke her hair, she'd been well trained, her tongue stroked me slowly, but with building intensity. As she pushed even closer, I found myself getting lost in the moment. She pushed closer and harder with her tongue and I found myself climaxing, it was incredible. As I the first waves of my climax were subsiding I found that I was cumming again, and that she was trying to get even closer to me. I pulled her away and smiled down at her. "Well, I guess you won't need any training for that particular art." I grinned and she smiled up at me. "I'm glad you think so ma'am. " she sighed and sat back so that she was on her knees again. I pushed her onto her back with my foot. "Spread your legs, I want to watch you." I said and she spread her legs and began running her hands along her body. I leaned back and kept my eyes on her as her hands began rubbing her tits together. More than a mouthful but just a handful I decided for certain as she pulled on her nipples. Her back arched and I realized she was already excited all over again. "Every nerve ending in your body has to be connected to your cunt." I drawled as she spread her legs even farther, and began moving her hips against the carpet. I looked around the room for something to use, I wanted to watch her fucking, to see her mounted. I spotted the beer bottle I'd been drinking from earlier and walked across the room to get it. Her eyes followed me and as I reached for the beer bottle she crawled over to me. Wordlessly she turned and spread her pussy. I leaned forward and inserted the long neck into her cunt. She ground her hips against it, and began fucking the bottle as I held onto the base of it. Moaning she fucked the bottle, within moments I heard her small voice "May I cum ma'am?" and I said yes. Again I was amazed at the force of her orgasms. Again she shuddered and convulsed, shamelessly fucking the bottle until she climaxed again. After her third orgasm I withdrew the bottle and set it down. "You are going to be my favorite fuck toy. " I said walking over to the bed and pulling back the covers. "Thank you ma'am." She whispered and crawled tiredly to the side of the bed. I watched with a smile as she curled up next to the bed on the floor and within moments fell asleep.
