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Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Cover 200x300Chapter 10 –  Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

My sleep has been unbroken the entire night, an unusual phenomenon for me. I have rested peacefully and without dreams in the circle of your arms; each time I have moved you have tightened around me pulling me in, holding me closer to you. After my first attempts to find my edge, sleep in my normal small space of the bed, I eventually relaxed against you in the dark and allowed my unconscious mind to take over. Somehow, I know I am safe and secure, that you would keep the monsters at bay.

“Mind and body,” I had said to you last night. Was it a promise or something else? Your arm encircles me, pulling me tightly against you, your hand moving to cover my breast as your thumb rubs my nipple into a hard nub. Do you know I am awake or are you simply laying claim to what has already been offered, freely given? Your knee pushes my legs apart as your hardening cock nestles between the cheeks of my still sore ass. Your lips run across the back of my exposed neck, gently nipping my skin with your teeth as if to lay claim, finally eliciting a soft moan from me as I push back against you.

“Good morning, honey girl.”

“Morning, Beloved Master.”

I feel you pushing against me and already I am ready for you. Slick with anticipation I push back and feel your hard cock at the entrance of my already throbbing cunt. With one slow rock of your hips, you fill me completely as you pull me back onto you, rocking your hips with slow, sure movements, each time filling me further, pushing me closer. Your hand runs down my side, hooking under my leg to lift it over yours, opening me further, giving you greater access driving deeper into me. You hold me so I am unable to do anything but draw breath each time you thrust more deeply into me, each exhale a moan of pleasure as you push me over the edge into orgasm. Your hand trails up my side and once again captures tits, thumbs traveling over nipples before fingers pinch and finally you fill your hands with heavy breasts, even as you pull me closer, take my shoulder between your teeth.

“Mine.” I heard you whisper just as I shatter into ecstasy, sobbing in relief. You hold me still, so I feel each flutter of my pussy around your dick, each time my muscles clench to hold you where you are. My breath comes unevenly, and my hands have been clenching sheets for want of something to hold. You are still hard inside me, stretching me, and I am still tightening around you with muscles that know you by now.

Did I hear your whispered words? I feel you stroking my leg, then pushing back where we are spooned together, you still deeply tucked into me. I am content just like this, could stay like this forever I think. With arm around my waist, you rock us to the side, “Get up, honey girl, on your knees.”

As you slip out of me and behind me, you deliver a light tap to my aching ass cheek, eliciting a surprised yelp. Tucking one of the pillows beneath me to raise my ass up and stabilize me, you run hands down my sides and across the cheeks of my ass, admiring your handiwork of the night before. I can feel your eyes on me, feel you staring even as you push my legs further apart, and you run your hands up the inside of my thighs. One hand reaches between my legs, spreading swollen lips, pinching then rubbing the nub of my clit; I groan my pleasure even as you remove your hands.

You move closer, and I feel you rub the head of your cock across my now sensitive slit. Without stopping, you push yourself into me driving as deeply as possible. Pulling out smoothly so only the head of your dick is inside, you hold yourself still above me, your hands spanning my hips preventing me from setting a pace of my own. I feel my heartbeat throbbing around you, as you hold yourself motionless until you once more push yourself to the hilt, filling me completely. With each slow stroke, you bring me closer, sundering me from sanity.

At the top of a stroke resting inside of me, pressing at the roof of my pussy, you push my legs together so I am squeezing you tighter. Leaning forward against my back you place your legs outside of mine, making me completely subservient to your movements, holding me entirely yours, my body entirely within your control.

With the same slow motion you have used all morning, you drive yourself deeper, filling me until your entire dick is buried in me, stretching me more than ever before. I am nearly weeping with the sensations. Your hands reach to grab my hips, digging in as you begin to pump into me, filling me and rubbing across sensitive nerves, crossing pain and pleasure until I am unable to tell the difference.

“Touch yourself,” you command me.

My hand reaches toward my dripping pussy and throbbing clit. Two fingers begin to massage, pulling even more sensations as you continue to pound into me from behind. I can feel your pace quicken even as both of us begin to breathe more heavily. The muscles in my legs are beginning to quiver, and your hands are grabbing harder into my hips, sure to leave imprints beyond just the moment. My hand on my clit keeps pace with you now, wanting to cum with you; as your strokes become longer and faster, so my fingers move harder and faster.

Your hands tighten on my hips as you slam into me hard, pulling me backward. “Mine!” This time not whispered but growled. I feel your dick jerking inside of me as you orgasm hard, just as my own orgasm takes hold of me. I think, Yours, even as you collapse forward onto my back. We don’t move for minutes, continuing to savor the aftereffect of orgasm, the final muscle twitches and throbs around your cock as you lose your rigidity and finally pull out of me.

Desert Anyone? A Taste

Cover 200x300Chapter 9 –  Desert Anyone?

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.



Showering with you is a constant adventure. I thought I had been worn through, sexually exhausted by a day of being constantly on the edge and a final release that was so cataclysmic it was close to pain. I never knew pleasure and pain could be so intimately tied together, though I am learning with you the two are simply different sides of the same coin. As the hot water beats down on our shoulders, you hand me sponge and soap, offering to stand still while I wash you from top to bottom. With each swipe of the sponge the water rinses you, and I leave kisses in place of soap, nipping you with teeth in place of lips. I slowly work my way down your water-warmed body scraping you first with soap and sponge then with lips and teeth, until I reach your still soft penis. I gently wash it and your balls letting the soap rinse away before rolling you across my tongue and pulling you completely into my mouth, the difference between you hard and you soft against my tongue and lips excites me, and I pull you deeper into my mouth as I feel you hardening, before you push me away.

“Stand up, we don’t have time. We have dinner to finish,” you chide as you take the sponge from me, turn me around and begin to soap my shoulders and down my back with soft sensuous circles. Gliding the sponge down between my ass cheeks, still tender from this morning and sensitive to your touch, I am beginning to feel the flush of sexual build-up your touch immediately starts in me now. Slowly turning me to face you under the water, you stare into my eyes and smile, “Patience. Dinner, remember?” It is as if you knew what I was thinking. With deliberate movements you begin the slow circular massage of soap and sponge down my front, across and under breasts, down waist and across stomach and then you sit to take first one leg then other, working up from foot to thigh until with the last leg you reach my now swollen pussy.

“Stand still, just like that. Don’t move.” Holding one leg next to you on the seat spreads me wide and with long swipes from back to front you move the sponge across the delicate folds of my pussy, each time eliciting a soft moan, each time I am closer to orgasm and closer to collapsing in a heap. Then you stop suddenly pulling the handheld water toward you and pointing it at me you spray me clean of soap, and I do fall forward against you, unable to stand any longer.

The only sounds are my sob and your deep laughter then the words, “Mine, I told you mine.” I am beginning to fear this might be true, but I won’t admit it to you, at least not out loud, not yet. You gently push me back under the spray for a final rinse before we towel off, so we can finish our cooking and finally eat a full meal.

As you leave the room I stumble toward my writing clothes. I wonder what you will think of what I wear when I write. I pull out the calf-length, black lace dress with the slit up the side to the thigh; it clings to every curve I have, hides nothing yet reveals nothing either, a strange combination of virtuous and courtesan combine to make this one of my favorites. Though normally I would be barefoot to write, I know you love heels, and this one can take a heel. I slip my feet into sky high red mules and add lipstick. When I join you in the kitchen your eyes travel the curves of my body encased in lace and then alight on my face. I can see the heat in your eyes as you smile. “This is what you write in?”

“Yes, this or something similar; though usually, I am barefoot.”

“Always wear heels in the future. This is how I want to picture you when you write.”

“Alright,” I whisper.

“Alright, what?”

“Alright, My Master. I will remember to always wear heels when I write.”

You stare into my eyes trying to determine if I understand what I have promised. You don’t know yet if I will keep my promises when you are away, if I will promise what I will not do, if “My Master” is a term of endearment of something else entirely. I stand quietly under your scrutiny until you turn away, back to the stove and then back to me, “Sit, rest, read a book for a while, but do not under any circumstances come into the bedroom or touch yourself; do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” is the only response I can give to this direction, the only I believe you will accept.

“Huh,” you reach over to pat my ass even as you pull me in for a long and shattering kiss, lasting for what feels like an hour. Even as you release me and turn away I think, How the hell does he do that? I watch the timer on the oven, forty-five minutes ‘til we eat, and you have locked yourself away in my sanctuary, my bedroom. I am curious and even in a small way scared. What do you have in mind? You have introduced so much already, there are times I believe my world has tipped upside down, and I am a bit frightened by where we are going and my reactions so uncontrolled, yet so absolutely controlled by you.

Over a delicious and tame dinner we chat, inconsequential chatter really, yet all the time you watch me as if I am on the menu. Now and then, you reach out and stroke my arm or leg, gently as if I am cherished and in need of attention, I always lean in for your touch. With dinner complete I begin cleaning up after us, you leave the room with only one instruction, “Come when I call you. Stop what you are doing and come.”

“Of course, Beloved Master, of course.”

“Huh.” Smiling, you return to the bedroom. Twenty minutes later, time enough for me to finish the dishes, I hear you call, “Woman, come in here. Bring ice and honey with you.”

I enter the bedroom with what you have requested. At first glance, I don’t notice anything different; then, I see what you have done. In the center of my headboard you have put a large screw eye and attached to it is a swivel lock. Hanging from the lock are matching brass chains at the end of each dangle handcuffs covered in what appears to be soft fur. You are sitting on one of my chairs, from which you can see my reaction. I wonder what you see. You have left my scarves in place, they seem tame in comparison. I feel you behind me. Your hands on my arms, stroking me as I stare at what you have done to my bed and what you are suggesting you might do to me. It doesn’t feel quite as safe.

You continue to stroke my arms, then one arm pushes around me pulling me close against you, “Trust me?”

“Body, My Beloved Master, body.” With indrawn breath I give one over to you.

“It will do for now, the rest soon.”

From behind me you pull something over my head and suddenly I am in darkness; you have blindfolded me. Your hands move down from my head to my shoulders, hooking under the thin straps of my dress and pushing them down my arms baring my breasts. I can feel you move in front of me. Your hands are on me, twisting nipples and pulling them making them hard nubs, then running along my ribs until you again reach for my dress, pushing it further off my body, over hips and ass until I can step out of it.

I feel you once again step away from me. Then, I feel a tickle like feathers or a brush, and I smell honey as it hits my skin, collar bone, nipples, ribs, hips, the dimple above my ass. Every spot you find is sensitive to your teeth and lips. You mark me; even the outer lips of my pussy do not escape your painting of my body. All I could think is, What were you planning?

Cum for Me, A Taste

Cover 200x300Chapter 8 – The Meeting

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.



You have commanded my wardrobe; this time you have selected my attire for the day rather than telling me what you would prefer. Where I would have dressed in jeans, you scanned my closet and found a skirt one that skims my hips and grazes my knees, light enough the sun shines through giving a hint of what lies beneath. If a wind catches it, my near nakedness will be revealed as you have directed me to go without panties, again. Silk falls over breasts, covering but hinting at what lies underneath, the hint of a bra that leaves my nipples free to be teased by you or the soft glide of material as I move; this must be part of some grand plan you have. Though both of us love my collection of high-heels, logic wins the day, and I have slipped on ballet flats. The only addition is a gold chain with a bell around my left ankle to match the one still around my waist.

“Let me see you,” you say as I emerge from the closet. “Come on, twirl.”

“Jesus, I twirl this skirt lifts to my hips and shows everything. Let me put on some panties. It is broad daylight.”

“Didn’t you say just a little while ago you were mine to command?”

“Well, yes, but really isn’t this going a bit far? What if something were to happen? What if I was to slip or a wind was to blow my skirt up?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. That is what grown assed men do. Now twirl, and let’s go.”

I twirl and the skirt lifts right up to my hips as I predicted, coming to a stop in front of you as you lean back in the leather chair with a broad smile on your face I can feel my face heating up, a flush rising from my chest and coloring my cheeks.

“Come here.”

I walk over to where you are seated, stepping between your legs and allowing you to turn me around. You lift my skirt and gently rub where you had previously spanked me in the shower. You leaned down to kiss the imprint your hand had left. Finally, you leave a gentle kiss just above the cleft of my ass. Turning me around, you let my skirt drop and wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me into your lap; it is a gentle embrace.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes, sometimes I am. You want to own me, heart, mind, body and soul; that is nearly all of me. You don’t want to give that much of yourself, do you?”

“We will talk later. Before this weekend is over, we will talk.”


Fingertips dance down arms

                I pull the sheets tighter around me

               It is the wind, only the wind

Flames lick my collarbone

                I use ice and cool my heat

               It is the sun through the window, only the sun

Plagued with teasing and heated hints of touch

                Across skin deprived of any but my own

                I blame the season and fear winter

Silk flows over me like water, a second skin, tantalizing softly

                Heated water enfolds me and embraces, lifts me weightless

                Enraptured I sink into either, seeking solace and relief

Please, please, no more, please now

              I hear a voice begging as if in pain  

             Tears flowing I awaken, it is a dream only another dream


Beloved Master – A Taste

Cover 200x300Beloved Master – Chapter Seven

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

Available exclusively from Redmund Productions.

Arms wrapped around me, you pull me onto the bed and hard against you, “Sleep. It is still early. We will talk when we wake up.”
You have turned my night light off, and the room is in complete darkness; I don’t know if I can sleep this way. Your arms tighten around me even harder. You must remember me telling you of my fear of the dark. Slowly, I relax against you as I let my breath out and it becomes more even.

You must have thought I was asleep as you whispered, “Before this weekend is over, I’m going to own you, your mind, your body, your soul and your heart.”

I heard you. I smiled to myself in the darkness thinking, My Heart, you already do, at least some of it, at least one part maybe more. I don’t think I will tell you though, not yet.

Sleep took us both. I woke before you still wrapped in your arms, better rested than I have been in weeks and remembered your words of earlier. Slipping gently from the warm cocoon of the bed I pad barefoot to the closet to retrieve something to cover my nakedness. It wouldn’t do to advertise to my neighbors how I sleep at night or that I am only now rising, when the sun is high in the sky and the heat is beginning to shape the day. At the bedroom door, I stop and stare across the room at you, still sleeping peacefully and panic slightly at the thought you are here without warning and I am not prepared for a guest, certainly not for you, though I suspect you might guess there is little food in the pantry but coffee. I wonder, can I sneak to the store before you wake so at least I can feed you breakfast? I quietly close the door. At least I can get coffee started before showering.

Standing under the steaming water, head back and eyes closed I don’t know you have joined me until your teeth grab my nipple and your fingers spread me so you can reach my soap slicked pussy. The shock sends waves of pleasure up my spine; my knees go weak as your other arm snakes around my back to hold me upright.

“Good morning. Where did you think you were going? Who told you to leave the bed?”

“Mornin’, oh, oh, shit, stop. How can I answer when you are doing that? Stop.”

“You’ll learn. Answer. Where were you going?”

“To the store. I have nothing to feed you. Oh, my God, stop it.”

Your hand has taken me over, the only thing holding me up under the spray of water is your other arm, my entire body is shaking with the power of the orgasm I feel about to shatter my morning.

“Turn around, let me wash your back,” you say to me as you remove your hand just before I explode. I am bereft. What are you doing? You have never left me wanting, my juices are mixed with the soap and I can smell my wanting, my desire for you as your arm moves around to grab the sponge from me and you push me forward toward corner bench and out of the spray of the water. I notice you have folded the towel on the hard tile bench as my eyes close in erotic pleasure. You have started at my shoulders, rubbing in circles across my back until you reach my ass, with your free hand you bend me further forward until my knees are balanced on the edge of the small bench and you are running the sponge down between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass, again mixing my own juices with the scent of lavender soap; it is a heady scent.

“Bend over,” you whisper as I feel your hands replaced with the head of your dick rubbing between my ass cheeks. Like me you are slick with soap, and even as my knees spread and I reach my arms out to balance I feel you pressing yourself into my ass, as your hands grab my hips to hold them still for your slow invasion. I hold my breath as you slowly fill me, proving your dominance, your owning. Then you begin to move, there is so little space I cannot move with you this time. This is your pace your dance I can only accept this time, even as my own pleasure builds. Suddenly you bend forward, just enough to reach my slicked and throbbing clit with one hand. Spreading my soap-slicked lips even as I push my knees the very last inches they will spread to give you more, your pace quickens to take all I have. I feel us both on the brink, my hands holding the shelf and your free hand imprinting my hip with your fingers. I am done; my muscles clench around you. My head drops between my shoulders as my breath comes in short gasps. You don’t stop though and just behind me, you push into me pulling me against you, grabbing both hips to hold me tight to your pelvis as we both hit a shuddering orgasm and our hearts beat in the same rhythm as the throbbing of sexual pleasure.

“Now, we can finish our shower, woman.” I heard rather than saw the smile. I hadn’t caught my breath yet and wasn’t certain I could stand up.

“Really? I think I will just sit here for a minute. Nice of you to put the towel down, by the way.”

Whack! Your hand came down across my already tender ass making me jump and certainly leaving one of your infamous love marks.

“Ow! Damn, that hurt.”

“I know, but it did get you up, come on let me soap you up and then you can do me. Let’s move woman. A man has to eat, and you already told me you have no food in the house.”

“Beloved Master, I am certainly yours to command this morning. Besides, you told me you had a surprise for me.”

“Later, food first.”