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The "ART"
Posted:Jul 8, 2014 10:38 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2016 7:34 am
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No subject, (hmmm a pun on word) intrigues me more than The ART... From a virgin bottom's idyllic concept of BDSM to that spirited extreme subject that craves and searches,,, to quench their fetish thirst...

Know matter which venue you travel...

Always stay hungry... Never be satisfied by Plan B...
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Don’t Forget Your Dental Floss ~ Part I
Posted:May 5, 2014 10:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2017 3:23 pm
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Don’t Forget Your Dental Floss
Part I

A dear friend of mine, Terry, from back in the day, sent me an invitation to a celebration. He had rose up the corporate ladder and wanted all to know of his success. As I thought, how fucking boring the general mix of friends and family would be, I tossed the RSVP among the correspondence on my desk. Forgetting about it, until I received a call from him. He hadn’t changed a bit. With his lengthy jubilant enthusiasm to make this a reunion of some sort, I agreed to attend. “Bumper, it’s black tie” and quickly adding, “shall I check off an escort.” My reply was no, I’ll attend solo. He had no concept of what had become me.
In my world, males were my submissive bitches. CEO power heads, Corporate moguls and government figures, all of which surrender to my domineering techniques. I no longer looked for the vanilla lining, the simple minded and for that matter, the guy who was Mr. Right. They were all Mr. Wrong and most definitely needed my discipline.
On the day of the event, I arrived fashionably late. I made no excuse when Terry questioned my tardiness. “My, Bumper, you look fabulous. The years have done you well.” Smiling back, I couldn’t say the same. He looked worn and pasty. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and congratulated him. “Let’s get you a drink and introduce you around.” He escorted me to the bar, where a colleague of his stood. “Justin, I like you to meet Bumper.” Taking my hand as I went to shake his, he brought it up to his face and kisses it ever so supple. Beaming his pearly whites, he articulated crisply, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bumper.” A Cheshire grin masks over my lips and I responded “No, the pleasure is all mine.”

Picking up my drink, he asked, “Care to have a smoke outside?” and clearly he parts the crowd for our exit. This was the start of a friendship that went on for years. We shared mutual interests in music, books and traveling. We went to plays, art galleries, concerts and even appreciated various ethnic cuisines. We accepted each other for what we were, never disrespecting the differences in our sexual world. He was vanilla, into romancing the ladies with his charm and wit. Throwing his money about, making gold diggers recognize his worth. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to have an eager slave submit to every whim of kinkiness I could think of. Occasionally, Justin would joke that one day he would have me in a passionate and loving way. I would laugh and tell him, “In your Dreams, darling.” he’d retort “You know I love you, girl.” and I’d wink back at him.
A few months ago, we decided to accept an invite to go out clubbing. Do a little dancing, have a few drinks, you know check out an old haunt, that was reestablished under new owners. Meeting up with a few old friends and see what new flesh was out there. The evening started off amazing, old friends brought new ones and everyone seemed to hit it off. Talk of Holiday parties, spring trips and summer houses invites, all were ecstatic. When a bunch of Justin’s buddies arrived on the scene and started provoking him. They bought round after round, knocking them back one on top of another. Taunting and reminding him that we were just friends, never to add me to his notch and expressing he was wasting his time. As he drank shot after shot, his jovial attitude changed. His demeanor grew insolent. Directly looking into my eyes, his insult erupted, “She’s just a slut, who would want her.” Flinging his drink at me, he snickered. Our shocked friends reached for napkins to aid my assault. I gathered up my belongings and graciously said good night.
I grabbed myself a cab. At home, I undressed immediately, showered and headed for bed. “Don’t let it rent space in your head,” I told myself. I finally drifted off and awoke to my phone ringing. The caller ID showed is was Justin. I let the machine pick it up. “Are you alright, I blacked out last night.” Again it rang. “Please bump, answer me.” And again, but this time I turned down the volume and tried to fall back asleep. This went on for days. Never was I more definite to empty him from my mind. I had let my guard down. I allowed him in. I was the only one to blame. I pondered that thought. Hmmmmm…..His deception was unforgivable. Or was it?
So after weeks of ignoring his attempted contacts. I decided to show up at the club, that he regularly frequented since our incident. Determined to tell him I had cooled down and suggest a few drinks to rekindle our lost time. Upon entering, he greeted me. He was most apologetic, repeating numerous times of his tragic error. I shrugged it off, insisting we have another drink and put it in the past. Nervously piling away shot after shot and making several trips to the gents, he never realized I was sober. So when I said, how bout we head outside to grab a smoke, he willingly agreed.
“Gosh, it’s cold!”, as my teeth chattered and put a cigarette to my lips. “Hey Girl, lets go sit in my car, so you won’t be so cold.” I followed him to the back of the club’s parking lot. He fumbled to find his keys and open the lock. Pulling the handle he invited me in. As he walked to the driver side, his drunkenness knocked against the car. I leaned over, smiled sweetly and unlocked his door. Falling into his bucket seat, “we need a few minutes to warm her up”, as he started the engine. The radio came on full blast and he quickly adjusted the volume.
Slurring his words, “I’m glad we had the chance to settle this bad situation between us, Bumper.” I smiled and whispered, so am I. Telling him I have had time to think and I felt terrible about avoiding him. I leaned over the stick shift and kissed him. Then kissed him again but this time more passionately. Moving away to unlock our lips, his body slanted toward me, holding on to my tongue, sucking mine back into his mouth. This time the kiss lasted longer, and his breathe became erratic. The windows fogged up from the heat transmitted between us. Arousing him more, I slowly rubbed up and down on his cock. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes. “Girl, I wanted so long for this.”, he moaned.
Opening his pants, I released his swollen hard cock. Stroking it, I whispered in his ear, “ Let me bind your hands and I’ll suck you off.” As I pulled the drawstring from my jacket hood, he clasped his fingers together and held them in front of me. I tightly wrapped the string around and through his wrists. Leaning over him, I shimmied his pants down to his ankles. With one motion, I spread his legs wide open, pressed my face into his crotch and gave him one long lick from his balls to his pulsing shaft to his wet tip. He murmured his pleasure. Taking his bound hands, I placed them behind his head. I stroked his shaft and tongued his cock hole. At times forcing my piercing to his oozing gap. Slurping up his pre-cum, he groaned and begged for me more. I kiss him again, hugging him this time.
Quietly I remove my titanium cuffed bracelet from my wrist, slip it through the knotted binding behind his head, as I whisper “I want to taste your cum.” Licking his ear, I hook it through the headrest. Click. The sound alerted him, he struggled but to no avail, he was trapped.
“Darlin’, isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you expected from a slut? Hmmmm.. By the time I’m done with you, no one will want you.” Reclining back into my seat, I tapped my nail on a plastic case, his eyes widen. Taking a generous length of dental floss from its container, I slipknot it right under his tip and yank it hard. He cried for mercy, as I tie it to the door handle but he was relieved by the slack in the line. I snipped a longer strip from the case, this time doubling its strength. With his legs kicking about, I squeeze his balls and his fussing ceased. Lifting his knee over the stick shift, I shifted his hips and the slack in the floss tightened. I quickly knotted the double strength piece under the first binding and affix it to the passenger side door handle firmly.
Talk about angry, he spat out, “Oh you think your smart, bitch! How you gonna get out.” Letting him see me check that the both doors are unlocked, I put my hand to the door, teasingly flicking the handle. His eyes snapped shut and he yelled, “Nooooooo.” I chuckled, he opened his eyes just in time to watch me pull my panties off. I straddled him. Grinding into his harnessed down cock, I open my lips and rub my clit along his shaft. My lube coated him. Harder I force myself onto him, wiggling from left to right and rocking up and down. Like a rock his cock got. I grinded till I edged. I gasped, “You’re my bitch and you’ll do as your told.” Lifting myself just outta reach of his throbbing painful erection, I pinched his dripping tip. “Answer me”, I demanded, “For someone who doesn’t enjoy this treatment, You’re pretty fuckin’ excited.” Running my gash over his tip, he heaves deeply, the blood builds up under the torturous ropings around his head. Weakening from my slit enveloping his pulsating rod, he spews, “Use me to cum, My Beautiful Bumper”. Slithering up and down along his restrained tool, my clit hardens from the friction. Grinding rougher and targeting just the pressure on my button, my orgasm detonates on my newly submissive . Riding out my pleasure, he says, “I see how you like it, now untie me and suck my cock.”

I smack his used soggy erection. Wiping my juices with my panties, I continue to backhand his dick. When he protests, I shove my cum drenched bikinis into his mouth. He begins to gag, just as I stuff the last piece of them in. “Now you know how it feels to choke on something, my bitch.”

Pressing the button to pop the hatch, I crawl over him and through the bucket seats and hop out. Straightening my clothes, I slam the third exit shut. Walking to the driver’s side, I peer in through the smoked up windows. There is no visible trace of the dental floss attached, it’s to dark. His undivided attention is on me. Putting my fingers on the handle, I heard him scream through his gag. I devilishly laugh.
I leisurely walk away, only checking once before I turn the corner. I can clearly see his discomfort from the front window. I light a cigarette, standing out in front of the club, mingling with others. Just as I am finishing my smoke, the crowd empties from the building. As I wait for my turn to get a cab. I hear a swarm of people getting loud in the back parking lot. “Oh fuck! Look at this guy!” Another says, “We should help him.” Watching the bouncer reach for the door handle, I flick my cigarette, enter the cab and a scream so shrieking pierces my ears.
Damn, what was I thinking. A friendship with a man. How fuckin’ wrong. They’re all Mr. Wrong. And they most definitely need my discipline.
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