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I fold the note you most recently gave me and slide it into the box with the others.* You and I have come to a point in our relationship that you?re asking me for the things you want and need from me instead of greedily accepting what I give you.* Truth be told, you?ve come much further than I had ever imagined you would when we first started playing together. Your masochistic side is heavier than my sadistic one and although we don?t struggle there, it?s come to where I sometimes allow you to have more control over how we play than others might agree to.* The notes you present me give us a basis on which we can have time together based upon many of your ideas instead of my own. There was a stage neither of us would have allowed that, even for a night, but we?ve come along to a place in which we have an exchange of power rather than total control. The way you think has expanded me in every way and we?ve grown together a lot.**For instance, the night before last was an utterly amazing display in which I took photos of you cuffed with ropes wound through a bolt in the ceiling of my bedroom.* It was your idea to install the hardware there, not my own. We?ve made great use of it since and by the end of the evening you looked nothing less than exquisite; small trails of blood running down your back from the collision of my leather on your back, your body stretched to capacity with your feet barely on the floor.* Your arms looking so very long stretched over your head and the way your ribs were pronounced through your skin. You are more into the physical side of these exchanges while I?m more intensely into the mental side. I wanted to break you down into tiny pieces in your head and gather them up, make them good as new, put each back where it belongs and make you whole again.* As cliché as it sounds, you need to feel pain to know you?re alive. You need it to sustain yourself from one week to the next; therefore I need it as well.* So as I brought you down and laid you beside me, you were as gorgeous as ever. Your breathing remained rapid and irregular for a long time while we lay next to each other.* This is exactly what you wanted; though your note to me simply read ?i?ve been holding back. please bring me back to you, sir.? I read between the lines well enough after this long to hear everything you want, including what you don?t even realize you desire.***Tonight I?ll write you a note of my own.* Directions on which I already know you will follow without asking a single thing. We both know that you know better than that. Your trust in me isn?t even questioned any longer.* You?ve got a safe word but we both know you?ll never use it. What I write you tonight is a step-by-step plan of exactly what I expect of you for the next three days.*You and I have been planning this weekend together for a very long time. We continue to have these amazing visits together in the interim.* I truly love every moment of it. I?m sad that this trip is the last we have planned together. Whether that changes or not is all up to you. It?s certainly a break-up of the worst kind. Does it hurt more when it?s planned?* Never have I been one to appeal to the emotional side of myself but you?re bringing it out in me lately. I?m not ready to be apart from you but you?ve made this decision and I?m trying to be okay with it.***I move from room to room gathering whatever I think we may need for the weekend.* I?ve got bags packed for us both and another with all of our ?favorite? things we?ve come to love. I made sure I have the flogger I bought you for Christmas 2 years ago that was handcrafted by another player I know from the internet and the cane we bought together on a quick trip last summer.* With the bags by the door, I try to relax and not think too much. A couple shots of one of those guys ? Jack or Jim or Johnny, help that progress.**When night falls and the new day begins I put our bags in the car and head to your apartment.* I know you?ve followed the outline I?ve given you and although you aren?t exactly expecting me, I know you?ll be prepared exactly as planned.* Opening the door I see immediately that you?ve been doing precisely as I ask. I head for your bedroom and stand over you, watching you sleep for a long moment.* Might this be one of the last times? I can?t help but think about never having you again; never tasting the fluids of sweat or blood or tears from you again, never landing a quirt on those shoulders, smelling your scent or having you blow me while I drive.* I think of the time spent covered in sweat and sliding against each other and of the noises you make when you?ve been pleased. I push those thoughts from my head; too many distractions now will cloud how hard you want to play.**I wake you roughly pulling your arms behind your back to be cuffed and then sliding a black cloth hood over your head.* I can feel how disoriented you are when I pull you off the bed and you can only stand beside it with a wobble. You?re dressed as I instructed and I rush you through the bedroom door then the living room and out into the waiting night. It takes a lot for me to keep you in a straight line to the car while you keep losing your footing from lack of sight and sleep. The seat in the car is laid back and I push you down onto it, slam the door and get in.* You don?t make a lot of noise because I?m sure you know what?s happening but I don?t need neighbors or cops out seeing us together like this.***I?ve arranged for us to stay at a good friend?s house who will allow us the use of his space.* He?s making a trip across country so we?ll be alone after the first night. There?s nothing we could possibly need that won?t be provided.**You?re moving around in the seat beside me uncomfortably and I yell at you to knock it off.* I don?t need you attracting the cops, not with all the stuff we have in the car. Jail isn?t the desired outcome from this weekend.* I know you?ll settle in for the ride soon enough. I?m really just hoping that you fall back to sleep quickly so I can think. I want your weekend to be exactly what you asked for and I need more time to think out the details.**A hundred miles an hour and my brain this going almanbahis about that fast too.* Reminiscing time we?ve spent together sends me back to my birthday a couple years ago when you wrapped yourself up in saran wrap from head to toe.* I laughed so hard when I saw you your day-to-day life, your mind, your family and your finances. You hold nothing back from me.* You?ve allowed me to touch you so very gently and then in the next moment slam you into the wall and draw blood. There?s no part of your body I haven?t felt with my hands and my mouth and my cock. You leave yourself open to me in every respect and in a sense I do the same.* There?s nothing I wouldn?t do for you. And here we are.***Do you remember the time you finally allowed me to put my hand inside of you?* You had claimed to be so adamantly against it but it didn?t take much coercion for you to see it my way.* I had warned you that I always want what I can?t have and that saying ?no? only makes it hotter for me. That only makes me want to have you more, to try harder to persuade you into making the things I want into the things you need. * The note you wrote me right before that had read ?make me want something I?ve never wanted, please, sir? I had set you up that night by keeping you as relaxed as possible.* So many of our nights together are spent in a hurried frenzy of activity.* Our nights are punctuated by screams and the sounds of brutal beatings that send others to prison.* Not in my house. In my house those sounds mean you?ll return to me again soon, after you?ve begun to heal from the current visit.* That night, though, I ran you a bath and put candles out for the ambience instead of the melting wax. I let you drink a little which we both know is a hard limit of mine, something I very rarely allow.* You knew something was going on when there was no turn of events when we went to bed together. No sudden shift of roughness, no face plants into the wall or directions barked from behind you. Instead, I started to go down on you, teasing you close to orgasm and then relenting.* You had been so scared it would hurt, that there would be no space for me and each time you came closer to getting off you opened up to me more. You would throw your head back with your eyes closed and make these guttural noises of mass frustration that amused me. I placed three fingers inside of you, pushing in as deeply as I could get them but was still careful not to allow you to come.* Once I was four fingers deep and starting to get my hand in, you suddenly freaked out and started to move up the bed to get away, remember? I could tell that you were more nervous because you knew what was happening. But, in the end we did make it and you felt it was a great experience. I had molded my hand to form fit you like a glove and we carried on until you came over and over again in waves.* You could barely walk that night but two weekends later you were practically begging for me to do it again. I?ve learned to read you. You crave intimacy at the most exaggerated level; even if that means you have to hurt to get there. You get off on the power struggle and the push/pull that happens between us. No one else can give that to you quite like me.****When we exit the highway you begin to rouse from the light sleep you had settled into and I push you back onto the seat gently so you can?t be seen.* It?s so early in the morning I don?t think we?ll be seen but I need to be assured of it.* After fueling the car I go inside to get water while keeping a close eye the car, whose passenger seat appears empty.* Once back on the road I pull the bag off your head so you can get a moment of air and drink some water. It?s been a few hours since we left and your cooperation is silently appreciated.***Back on track now my mind starts to wander again.* I remember one time at home when I kept you as deprived of all your senses as I could.* You were restrained to our bed for an entire day while I controlled your every movement.* I used a wide spreader bar to keep your legs at the furthest width I thought you could stand for a long period.* Your hands were cuffed with leather so the metal wouldn?t take its toll on you and then you were blindfolded. I kept earplugs in your ears and made sure the lights stayed out so you couldn?t tell from residual light if it were day or night.* At one point I had gone to the bedside and slowly and meticulously shaved every inch of you. The squirming beneath my hands was great to watch as I held down each part of your body before removing every hair off it. Afterward, I got you up to shower, leaving you without your vision in the pitch black restroom.* I left you cuffed behind your back while bathing and I washed you from head to toe. The time must?ve seemed to tick on forever that day and your only complaint was when you had to use the restroom. I left you laying there for another couple hours after that, fucking you repeatedly with my cock and my fingers and my mouth. I took your blanket away and made you as cold and uncomfortable as I could.* When I finally let you up to go to the restroom you were claiming that you ?couldn?t go?. About the time I was going to tie you back down you wised up and got it out of your system. Laying there that day ? or was it night? ? I learned some of your favorite moves, as well as some of your least. I poured hot wax along the length of your body from your neck, down your breasts, over your stomach and around that sensitive area at the top of your thigh.* I tried not to show my amusement while you wiggled around underneath it, not knowing whether you enjoyed it or not.* When I climbed on top of you the pieces of wax broke apart and stuck to me as I fucked you. After I turned you over, I made sure to leave numerous perfect indentions of my teeth on your back.* Biting into you in all of my favorite places is one of the sexiest things to me. Between the close contact and the possibility of releasing your blood it just gets me going every time. You would breathe in sharply as I tried not to take a part of you with me.* Your shoulder blades wore those bruises for weeks when I was done with you.***The bruises from that night almanbahis yeni giriş led me to recall another time we had together; right before Christmas it seems, because you were about to see your family.* I was usually better at planning things but for some reason you were acting out that night and not following any directions so we got into it. You seemed to be acting intentionally bratty and sarcastic so I tied you to your bed and beat you with a cane until you were crying and begging me to stop.* I hit you time after time in stripes across your thighs and ass. You?re a strong woman and when you didn?t break I started on your back with a thinner cane that cuts through your skin easier. Even after you were bleeding all the way to the sheets on your bed you wouldn?t apologize for being such a fucking little bitch.* I continued to repetitively space out perfectly wielded stripes along the length of your body. By the time I reached your shoulders you had said you were sorry 20 times. You had a pool of saliva on your pillow that intersected with the abundance of tears. If you had used your safe word I might?ve felt bad but you certainly knew you could stop what happens between us at any time if you chose to.* You didn?t do it and I finished you off by my making you take me in your ass.* The sight of the blood that had trickled down the sides of your back and stained the sheets was enough to promptly send me over the edge.* I had left you tied to the bed until it was time to eat later that night. After dinner, I tied you up sitting at the kitchen table with your arms behind your back and your feet fixed to the legs of the chair.* When we were done we shared a cigarette with me holding it to your lips for each drag. You looked so exhausted by night time that I left you tied to the chair and went to bed without you.***I?m starting to doze off while driving so we stop in the next town for gas and food.* I remove the hood and let you go into the store while I check out the car. You look over your shoulder as you pull the door to the store open and your eyes are sparkling that way they do, so sexy.* We don?t have much further to travel and I?m in a hurry to get back on the road. When you return I hustle you back into the car for the last couple hours of the drive. You look quite peaceful in the passenger?s seat but I know your head is thinking just as quickly as mine.* I lull myself back into the rhythm of the drive and space out as much as I can until we begin to pass signs signaling that the exit is approaching.**GPS coordinates get me to my buddy?s house without a problem.* You?re moving around on my right side, probably knowing that we?re off the interstate and arriving soon.* I was careful to set forth all the rules for this first night since my buddy will still be in the house with us until tomorrow.* He and I have only met a few times but are closer than one would think from talking online. You?ve been instructed to follow every request or demand of him as you would with me.* If you get out of line he?s been given permission to punish you in whatever way he sees fit. This is his house, regardless of whether he?ll be here or not so until he leaves, you?re his as well as mine.* His girl will also be there for the night and I expect you?ll take cues from her and behave as well as you would at home.***I bring you to the door and take the hood off you before ringing the bell.* A tall, thin, blond female with the palest skin I?ve ever seen answers the door and opens it with a barely perceptible nod. She makes no eye contact with either of us as she pulls it open and drops her eyes to the floor.* She looks to be in her mid twenties and wears a black collar with a single D ring around her neck. Both wrists have matching leather cuffs on them with closed loop rings on them. We pass beside her on our way in and she closes the door before asking us to follow to a living area off to the side of the foyer.* We?re seated in a large great room with vaulted ceilings and a mix of collectibles. Some of the knick knacks here seem to be antique and others are obviously intended to look that way but are failing. There are also not so subtle signs that we?re in the midst of other perverts, such as the collection of glass dildos lined up on a side table like soldiers or the book on the coffee table that appears to be a pictorial book of BDSM images.* We each stand when the blond returns with my buddy right behind. We exchange introductions and Jake requests me to follow to another room.********?Baby, follow along and behave.* I?ll find you again shortly.? I instruct and the two of you leave with only a nod to each of us.* We both stand in the doorway as the two of you walk past us.*******?She?s hot, Matt.? Then adds ?I don?t get what you guys are doing here exactly? He tells me as you walk by.* I readily agree and follow him outside as he leads the way.*****?We just want to have one last weekend together that we?ll never forget?.* I further explain to him that you?ve decided to move out of state to follow a job you?ve wanted for a very long time.* As if the promotion isn?t enough, you?ll be housed by the company and given a car. They?re taking care of your every need; instead of me.**We walk together and talk like old friends for a while before being greeted by his girl with a wave from the main house.* He leads me back for dinner which was prepared by the two of you and then drinks in the great room afterward. I don?t see much of you during the evening as the two of you stay in the kitchen, only surfacing to clear glasses or empty ashtrays.* Jake offers to show us to the space we?ll be staying in, which is adjacent to the main house and doubles as their play area.***Once inside we?re greeted by every toy imaginable clinging to every surface of the room.* A St. Andrew?s Cross in the corner attracts my attention right away as does a large steel cage that looks like something you would buy from a pet store.* There are rows of perfectly hung floggers and cats on one wall. Paddles and canes in a multitude of thicknesses and lengths on another. Restraints of every variety are noted and a sling is centered in the triangle almanbahis giriş of one corner.* The center of attraction, though, seems to be a table in the middle of the room. At first glance I think it?s a set-up of a dentist?s chair but then realize it doubles as a gynecological table, neither of which are fetishes that I, personally, have never been attracted to.* I do like the style of any man that can procure such things for his fun. He wasn?t fucking with me when he said he has everything we could want.**There is a small separation between this space and an adjoining sleeping area.* The atmosphere in there is somewhat warmer and decorated in navy blue and black with some red highlights.* The focus is a huge four-poster bed that appears to be rising out of the floor with 3 stairs leading up to it on all four sides.* There are mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling. What appears to be a pull-out sofa is next to a couple of dressers against a wall and on another stands a single closet flanked by a large LCD flat screen.* A door closed leads to what I imagine is a restroom.*Jake says he?ll bring our bags to us in a while and turns to leave.* We each thank him and he heads up the stairs and back to the main house.* On his exit I?ve got you by the wrist immediately and turn you to face me.* I?m holding your arm so tight I can feel your pulse beating through your skin.* We begin to kiss; rough, fast, raw, unrestrained. That?s also about the same rate I get you out of your clothes and pull you into the bedroom.* I push you backward onto the bed so hard I?m momentarily surprised. With one hand I unbutton my 501?s, yank the side and hear each button come loose.* We?ve only been alone a couple of minutes before I?m inside you. You?re already slick with wetness from the car ride and anticipation so I take advantage of it by burying myself as deep within you as I can get.* I don?t waste any time pumping in and out of you with some quickness just go work toward getting off. It?s not your turn yet so when you start grasping at the comforter on top of the bed I know you?re getting close.* I warn you not to come yet and your face registers a fleeting moment of disappointment. I want you to have an extraordinary amount of pleasure this weekend but we both know that comes from more than getting off. I smack you across the face; more for the emphasis, less for the pain.* I see you struggling to take deep breaths while I fuck you relentlessly. I hear the door to the next room open with a click and know we?ve just been walked in on but I was too close to care. As soon as I get off I lean down on one arm while shoving my dick back in my jeans. A glance over my shoulder reveals the intruder as Jake, who has chosen now to drop off our bags.* I button up part way and turn to him, leaving you exposed and open to his gaze. He looks between each of us and I nod for him to come over.************?You want a turn?* Seems it?s the least we could do for ya after lettin? us stay here and all.* She don?t mind.? I turn to look at you and remark, ?Do ya?? I don?t give you an option to answer or respond.* You start to cover yourself and try to get up while looking back and forth between him and me quickly. I can see by the look you have that if you could make it past the bedroom door, you would.* You should know better than to be so rude to our host so I push you down before you can gain enough momentum to stand. I can hear Jake behind me when he drops his fly and I move around the stairs at the bedside so I?m at your head.* I grab each of your arms and hold them down into the soft plushy comforter.*******?You fucking knock that shit off!? I tell you loudly as you wiggle about.* Jake gets his dick wet with his own spit and moves in with it pointed at you like a missile.* Natural lubrication is one of the only things silicone cocks don?t provide. You?re pushing hard against me, actually moving me backwards a bit and I lean all my weight into you, holding you down.* You?re looking up at me and begging me not to let this happen. ?Please, I?ll do whatever you want, sir?, you keep saying. Jake is already inside you plunging away quickly and purposefully. I cast my eyes solely on you so it doesn?t appear as though I?m staring at him while he?s having his way with you.* You?ve become somewhat resigned after a few minutes and I?d noticed both hands are purple with lack of oxygen so I release the tension on your wrists just slightly. When he vibrates both of us with his orgasm I look to him in time to see him half on top of you and half leaning onto the bed. You look relieved that it?s over until he asks if we can flip you over.* I?m happy to oblige another round for my good friend here but you have an expression that I can?t quite read. When I let go of your hands, you slowly turn over on your own. Jake climbs onto the bed with you and roughly pulls your hips up to meet him, forcing you on to your elbows and knees. I glance up to see him stroking his long dick with more saliva like he?s owned it for 30 years.* He moves your legs apart with his knees and I feel you start to become unsteady under my hands on your shoulders. By the time I realize he?s fucking you in the ass you?re starting to whine really quietly and are leaning heavily into me as if you can get further away from him. You?re a tough girl, you?ll take whatever we can give you. I get my cock out again and grab you by the hair to get your full attention.* I wrap my fingers in it and push myself into your mouth. You always look so sexy sucking my dick and the tears you?re now shedding make it even better. He and I are both filling you balls deep in each hole while you just try to maintain one position. When I let your hair go you try harder to please me by sneaking your fingers into me. Even though I loathe the idea of you fucking me like this, it really does get me off.* I rock back and forth on your fingers as you push them into me as far as they?ll go. I didn?t really need any further encouragement and start pushing your face down my shaft from the back of your head for leverage as I come. You?re on your hands now and pushing back towards his prick when I warn you sternly not to even think of getting off with another man. Before I?m even packed back into my jeans I hear you moaning but you think you can disguise the fact that you?ve gotten off on this by tweaking it from your usual sounds.**