Nikki Sixx

I am ALL laced up in my black girdle. In this illusion I have strength I definitely do n't hold in real life because I push correct past the security and stagehands leaving them winded. I march on stage, the clacking of my heels loud. not as loud as Tommy lee on the drums or Mickey mars and Vince Niel. I set a hot seat behind nikki and get-up-and-go him down in it. roaring from the consultation as my bare ass flashes the gang. this has to be poor, I have little time to spell it but cue the pyrotechnics as missy fille girl gambling on in the background. in this phantasy, I can dance and I 'm strip teasing him as he sets down his stem guitar. the interview keep cheering as i spin around to dash them a full phase of the moon frontal sight as I am naked now. then I climb on top of nikki and bulge out dry humping him. I tie his custody behind the chair as the band starts the call again, no better song to jazz too unless your listening to warrent-cherry pie. future matter you know I was shimmying his pant right off and climbing on top amongst more cheers and pyro technics. that audience got quite a show that night. Nikki came twice with me riding him. no one has any evidence of course with cellphone, and television camera Bachelor of Arts in Nursing at concerts.

M is for lord

So on with the fantasy. passe-partout's birthday is coming up and I know just what I can throw him. When content are sent, connection are made, new friendship are started. When story are wrote, phantasy are instigated. You want me but you also know the rules of the biz. You message master and he opens the gate for communication.

Fast forward 2 workweek later. The smell of cervid stakes fills the house and mashed Irish potato are being whipped. Salad is already on the table. A 1 taper lit for no reasonableness at all. The lights in the dining room are dim. A bash at the door quickly turns to the bell of the doorbell going off and television camera coming on. It's him !

My spunk start to tumefy as I go to greet him at the door wearing only my French maid lingerie and stilettos. He looks me up and down grinning with approval and lecherousness. I have a ball of cheek in my throat that won't let me speak so Master invites him to the tabular array to sit down. dinner party is quick. schoolmaster is explaining the normal."This is a one night stand. Slave will be blindfolded. hard worker will not meet you after the deed is done. No anal retentive, no face scene, no pushing ! She will go at her pace as she feels comfortable. If tonight Isn't the night she will speak up and then settle where to go from there. The safe news is red. If she utters that tidings, you stop and back away slowly. I will hold her hand, watch for pool stick or preindication of discomfort. This, this is mad ! What you want to do to her is nuts but she can't seem to get it out of her head so here we are !"

I'm wondering what it will feel like. I'm wondering what drives this fantasy in multitude. I'm secretly hoping I don't cry, or risky hyperventilate from panic. I don't have a heights hurting tolerance and its not the sorting of matter schoolmaster would gestate me to stand out in phone line for. I am the girl who has to be bribed to get a blastoff, cries about it, and squeezes master's hand off the unanimous clock time. So why this recondite drop-off prima donna ? Because I am a indigent jade who can't get it out of my head.

I've taken acetaminophen and I've have numbing lubricant rubbed all over my back. I never gave it even a intellection until the report appeared before my eye. We walk to the bedroom and Master pauses before going inside. He stops to ask me if I really want to do this, reiterating his grave vexation for my well-being. My impulsive mind is made up. He reminds me that I never have to do anything I don't want to and that I can safe watchword at any metre. Then he blindfolds me.

I'm led to the bed and strapped in by master. I can't move. The strap are tight, too tight for my liking but passkey assures me this is for my own good. One motility, fidget, and this gets severe. There is kissing, master on my hand, him, on my neck opening moving his way down my dorsum. I can feel it now, the knife leaf blade is stale. It almost tickles as the stainless steel runs down my spine in no finicky way. It's not cutting but the very thought that it will makes me tense up. My breathing grows heavy and overlord asks if I'm ok. I say zero, still as can be.

I can palpate my egg being placed on my clit and I start to groan, for a second gear I forget I have a large steel blade knife trailing my spikelet. This is a subroutine and master advised him to make his cold shoulder at random, not to narrate me anything. The inaugural cut hurts like a bitch. It stings and I can feel it originate to bleed as master wipes a rip from my eye. Then I feel kissing on the section, cushy sensual, soothing, but it's not master. Master is stroking my arm. I'm moaning louder now as the egg vibrates on. The knife begins trailing my spine again. I wince as it grazes the spot where the cut was made. A brusque straight line going up my back. Then before I have metre to recollect another cut is made and I let out a loudly whimper. slash. I can't see anything with my blindfold on but I can feel More osculation. Not just on the cuts but all over my back, up to my neck. All those hot spots being kissed while I feel a finger's breadth enter inside me, not just one but a 2nd one too. Penetrating me, thrusting in and out of me as the knife once again trails my pricker and I moan in ecstasy.

I'm about to cum when the egg is pulled away and the fingers retreat. The 3rd cut is straightaway, separatrix and causes a few more weeping to fall as I groan. passkey again reminding me that we can stop at any time. I say nothing as a 3rd stave of after slice kisses fall onto my flabby skin.

The egg is placed back onto my clitoris. It's almost done. One more cut left. He is dragging this out spending lots of time caressing my back with the knife blade. Just as I reach the tipping point the knife dives in going for the last straight cut. I'm sent spiraling over the bound into sexual climax, into immense infliction, into another dimension practically. I'm quivering, half anxiety, and half intense orgasm as the osculation stop. My cuffs are ruined and I'm ordered to be on all 4's. First his dick glide into my slippery wet cunt. He's thrusting hard, I'm enjoying the feeling of being used and always love the belief of balls slapping against my clit. I feel his cum filling me up, oozing out of me, as superior runs his digit along the cut. A perfect M. M is for master !

M is for master. The subterfuge fold is removed as I am being thanked for my participation. He gets dressed and scamper off into the nighttime as master puts Neosporin on the cuts and covert them with duck's egg dynasty circle aid. Yes. They do have those at Walmart. Master leads me to bed where we lay down together, intertwined within one another drifting into sleep as he's planting soft kisses on my forehead.

Nope I'd never have the catgut to let person cut me but I might have the guts to let someone track a knife around on my spinal column. We were approached with a story and might meet the guy for dinner. He was after all, respectful enough to ask professional first instead of just assuming he was entitled to something because he existed. Just thinking about it gets my nerves going !

Update : Master brought a knife into the bedroom. at first it threw my anxiousness for a loop, but then he changed his plan of attack sliding it carefully around my backrest. no carvings but still a chance to bear on bounds ! Thankyou lord for pushing my boundaries !

2020 update : ive had a heart carved into me with a knife. so amatory. knives, if mentioned before helping hand, can be used in scene. no bleeding please