Sins and flaws

And it’s acceptance he attempted to withdraw

Being born

With absolute disgrace

This secret to embrace

Just to inform

Including all humans to be born

And learn to live with it I am to face

With a sin

Everyone’s pain

No one to sustain

A burden to maintain

This pain hard to ignore

I see it in myself

Everyday in the mirror

A reflection of myself

I’m trying to ignore more and more

Opening up to many

Many I did with so many

My sins not even my nanny

Ever knew back in time

When I was silly not knowing my time

As a teenager in a knick of time

Now old and restless

My sins are waste less

Too late to admit

Too late to submit

For sure I’m taking this

My thought somewhere corrupted

No clothes to cover them just

Al that must

Just myself I instituted

In front of the court I was inputted

No mercy, no pain

The judge announced

Because I didn’t show

Nor proved

I failed to show them my naked pain

Oh God

Just now

With nothing to show

It seems to late

He just asked me in vain

Just show me your naked pain

And show no mercy

Because no mercy

Should be pronounced

When pure pain is announced

Show me your naked pain was originally published in The Naughty Nook on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Michael had fantasized about this bed since they bought the house almost 10 years ago. The bed was over 100 years old, French, cast iron… the foot and head were not simple iron bars, they were hand bent scrolls, elegant curves fashioned out of the brutal black iron. The minute he saw it he imagined being tied hand and foot, spread out on the bed, at the mercy of Lisa’s every whim or imagination. And tonight was the night.

Lisa knew this was a fantasy of his for a long time… and tonight she had told him to wait for her on the bed… naked… arms and legs spread wide. The room glowed with the candles and his imagination raced with the possibilities of what Lisa might have in mind. She had become bolder recently, especially now that they were living full time in their stone country house… he wasn’t quite sure what she might be capable of… and that was exciting.

He heard her footsteps and looked up to see his queen walking across the their adjoining open wardrobe room. She was an absolute vision, her toned, tanned skin set off by her flowing black hair, black corset, stockings, heels and… nothing else. Her hips were unashamedly naked, her trimmed dark mound an erotic exclamation point to lace corset… a clear indication that Michael would not just be a passive prisoner this evening. In one hand the leather handled feather she loved to tease him with, the other held several strips of silky fabric. It was an intoxicatingly sexy scene that men the world over fantasize of, and Michaels cock strained upwards in appreciation.

Lisa sat on the side of the bed and looked down at her man lovingly… so eager to please her, so eager to be touched, teased and tortured by his queen. She ran her feather over his stretched out, hungry body… “Are you ready my Love”

“Oh yes”

She laughed “ I’m sure you are.” Her other hand and began to drape the silky strips of cloth over his body… along his arms, over his chest, around his cock, down his legs… teasing, letting the anticipation build. She loved the way his muscles strained, his skin almost reaching up to touch the cloth. She loosely draped a strip across each foot, then reversed the path up his thighs, over his balls and cock, circling the tip a few times, then across his belly, tickling his nipples, then over the shoulders, arms, and one more across each wrist. Then she waited.

Lisa knew Michael was waiting to be tied up… longing for it… so she waited, again letting his anticipation build. Then she slowly laid down on the bed, curling her body next to his naked skin, enjoying his heat and she laid her head on his arm, her lips at his ear, her finger tips now gliding over his skin where the cloth was moments ago. His body was full of desire… She began to whisper, her warm breath caressing his neck.

“My Love… my Spartan, my Gladiator… you want me to tie you to this bed? blindfold you? Have you totally and completely at my mercy?”

“Yesssss” he whispered back

“I know you do… and then you can fantasize that you are completely my slave, maybe a little scared that I can do anything I want to you and you couldn’t stop me, couldn’t do anything about it… and maybe in the darkness of the blindfold even imagine I am a stranger, some strange woman having her way with you… that would make it even more exciting and dangerous… yes?”

“Yessss” again was his reply

“But you see my love… I don’t want that. I don’t want your mind drifting to someplace passive or helpless, I don’t want you imagining me to be a stranger… I want you right here, present”

She let her hand drift over his dripping cock and stroked him… “I want your total submission to me knowing it is your choice, that you are choosing every moment of pleasure… every moment of pain.” She reached up and pinched his nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from Michael. “I want you focused every minute on me, your Queen… knowing that you are submitting because of your love for me… I don’t want you pretending you don’t have control, I want you to know you are giving me that control, that this is what you want… every bit of it… and I want you to know every minute that there is only me, your Queen, your Woman… not a stranger… and I am doing this for you. There will be no ropes, no blindfolds, no handcuffs or chains. You will willingly, eagerly, lovingly, and completely submit to whatever kind of play I desire… are we clear?”

“Crystal clear!” Michael smiled… he didn’t seem disappointed that he wasn’t going to be tied up after all.

“Good… now if you like, you might want to hold on to the bars, because I’m in the mood to be a little wild tonight…” Lisa returned to her teasing and tickling, letting the feather explore his body as if it had a mind of its own… soon she saw what she wanted, a small glistening drop of dew on the tip of his cock. She climbed up on top of Michael, “And let’s start with a proper warm-up” She moved up to straddle his head, sinking her pussy down over his mouth, feeling his tongue eagerly open her pussy lips and circle her clit.

“Ahhhhh yesss, she sighed, that’s a good boy” She held on to the iron bars as Michael’s tongue explored… circling, probing, flicking over the outer lips, and then sucking deeply on her clit… Lisa felt the heat building.

She stopped him to turn around… why stare at the wall when she had his body laid out for playing with? She repositioned herself on his face, now facing towards the foot of the bed, her hands resting on his hips, let her hair drape down and tickle over his hips and shaft as his tongue hard building her pleasure. Ohhh… the waves of please started coursing up her back… “Niiiiiceeeee” she sighed… she bent over and took the tip his cock in her mouth for a quick little reward… then she sat up and pressed down harder on his face, grinding her pussy against his short beard as his warm wet tongue alternated between deep probing and sucking and circling her clit again… this time the wave came up her belly, clenching her stomach in an intense contraction.. oh yessss.

She looked down at his broad chest between her thighs then gave his nipple a sharp twist. The vibration of his groan was delightful… she gave it a harder twist and rewarded with his load moan into her pussy…. and sucked urgently… she moved her hands to her thighs and began grinding again… she could feel she was getting close…. time to shift positions again.

“Ahhh my love, your tongue is very very nice… but now that you have me nice and wet and warmed up I have a deeper itch to scratch.” his cock was standing rock hard and arching to his belly. She settled herself down over the tip… Michael was thick and long… she had to take it slowly, but she was quite wet by now. His hips pressed up to meet her and she slid down slowly… inching her way down until she was fully on his shaft… his groan matched her own as he filled her to the very core.

“Now baby… pay attention… you are not to cum until I say so… I want a good long ride.” She brought the forgotten whip up from her side and gave him a light smack on his chest, amused at his surprised look. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes ma’am!” he smiled. She started grinding her hips, sliding him in and out of her. Soon he was matching her rhythm, and she closed her eyes to the pleasure of his swollen cock sliding in and out of her more forcefully… she could feel the heat building up in her belly, but then could also detect the head of his cock getting thicker… no.. not yet… she raised the little whip and cracked it down hard on his chest. Michael’s eyes flew open and his pumping stopped. She smiled… this is where the game gets interesting…

She slowly kept grinding her hips as she told him, “ I told you, you are not to cum until I say… you were getting close, I could feel it… and if I feel you getting out of control I will use this to help you… tonight we see how much pain and pleasure my Marine can handle.” She gave him another good hard smack just to make her point. “Got it?”

His breathing was heavy, and he half-smiled as he said “Ok… I’ll do my best”

“Oh… I know you will… cause you’re mine.” she scratched her fingernails down his chest for emphasis. she shifted her rhythm to a circular motion, enjoying the pressure of his hard tip drawing circles inside her belly… then back to the grinding, his rough pubic hair ticking her clit as she rode him… Michael was moaning now as he tried to keep control… she could feel is tip twitching… she stopped… so close now, but not ready to end her fun.
She slid off his thick wet dick and watched a moment while it twitched in the cool night air while Michael groaned in denied desire. Turning around so her back faced the head of the bed… Lisa looked over her shoulder… “I’m not ready for you to cum yet… riding you is a little rough, my pussy wants some kisses… she’s a little wet, but I’m sure you won’t mind. She scooted up on the bed until her thighs were at his armpits, then bent back and placed her pussy directly over his mouth. His tongue eagerly began its work, licking up her juices, sliding deep inside her cunt, circling her tip the way she liked…

“Slow down” she whispered with a shudder… then turned her focus to running her whip up and down his torso and thighs… giving a little smack now and then to keep him off balance. His tip was oozing with juice, she used the tip of her whip to spread it down the shaft of his dick, then gave his balls a little smack as his hips lifted against the touch. ‘stay down boy’

She ground her hips over Michael’s face, relishing the roughness of his short beard on her thighs… the heat was building… she needed more than his tongue… She quickly moved off his face and once again slid down on his thick dripping cock and felt the flush of heat up her neck and ears… she reached forward and slid her thumb in his mouth… his wet thick tongue wrapping around her finger, sucking it like he did her clit a few moments before… “you come when I say” her hips couldn’t help but to start pounding harder and faster… his moans grew load and pleading… he couldn’t hold it… she knew…

“Wait!” she continued pumping him… “WAIT”… then she stopped, planted firmly down to the base of his cock, reached forward with both hands to grab his face, looked him straight in the eyes… “CUM!… Cum for me”

And cum he did, groaning and bucking and squirting deep inside her. Her face stayed close to his as she watched his orgasm convulse his whole body and then pass up and into hers… her thighs, stomach, butt, and pussy clenched down on his dick as they both gave in to the explosion… then collapsed on top of him.

Both of their breathing was ragged, but she managed a “Good Boy” with a sigh as she settled her head down into the curve of his neck, straightened her legs, and let his softened cock slowly ease out of her. She didn’t care about all the juices and sweat… he would clean that up later.

Iron bed, Iron will was originally published in The Naughty Nook on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

“Are you ready for happy hour love?” Lisa called down from upstairs.

Michael yelled back up to the brick stairway… “Aaabsolutely! I just need to clean up!”

As usual, Michael was dusty and sweaty, he’d been finishing up the work on the cellar, and was happy that another major project was completed.

“Shall we have it in the wine cellar? It’s finished!” He called.

“Of Course!! Now take your time baby, clean up thoroughly. I’ll set your uniform out and prepare our snacks, bring them down when you are done. Tonight I feel like being served properly… you’re doing all the work!”

Michael smiled… “no problem!”

….later…

Lisa sat back in the leather love seat and admired the room. The paved brick floor, stone and stucco walls, beautiful round windows, low wood ceiling, a large wine and cigar cabinet on one side and 4 wine barrels stacked at the end… all set off by the soft glow of hidden lighting and the jazz music. They had dreamed of completing this room for years.

Michael entered the wine cellar carrying the tray and wearing only the thin fishnet underwear. She admired his strong, tall, tanned body, seeming even larger in this cozy space. She felt like a royal roman woman being served by a naked gladiator.

“Now that’s about right, Mmmmmm… Set the tray here on the table love, I’ve picked out my wine… go ahead open it and pour the glasses.”

Michael felt his cock thickening as he looked at his sexy wife reclined comfortably in the leather chair… she wore a velvety robe loosely draped across her fit body… leaving her sexy legs exposed enough to show him she wore nothing underneath… looking every bit the queen she was.

He poured the two wine glasses and came to sit next to his wife…

“Oh no love… you don’t get to sit down yet, remember? I said you’re doing all the work. This is such a special space… I feel like we should break it in with a special show… so go ahead and stand over there and stroke your cock for me… and be very slow and sexy about it… work with the music. Once you’ve warmed me up with the show, I’ll have another task for you to work on.” She winked.

“Looking forward to it.” he answered as he slowly unsnapped the mesh underwear, letting it fall to the floor as his cock happily sprang free…

“Hmmmm”, Xia sighed as she sipped her wine, “oh yeah.. go ahead.. stroke it.” Michael wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and began to slide it back and forth as she licked her lips… At some point the jazz music had shifted to lounge and fit the scene perfectly… He tried to time his stroking and grind his hips a little with the music… she noticed his efforts and smiled, enjoying the exclusive sex show… watching his breathing deepen, his muscles thicken, his cock swelling…

Suddenly she blurted out “Wait… stop.”

Michael froze, hand mid stroke, chest still rising and falling.

“This absolutely calls for a cigar! she exclaimed.

Michael smiled, walked over to the humidor, selected one of the thinner, small mellow cigars that Lisa liked, snipped the end, picked up the matches and returned to Lisa, kneeling down between her lovely legs on the goat skin rug.

“Would you like me to light it for you?” Michael asked
No, just hold the match… I’ll take it from there.” Michael struck the match and Lisa leaned in, drawing the flame into the slim cigar until it glowed properly. Then she adjusted, opening her legs and sliding slightly down in the seat, the velvet dress opening to reveal her naked thighs and more.

Michael watched her take a long drag on the cigar… leaning back on the chair… the leather… the velvet dress, her naked thighs open to him… showing an hint of her pussy in the candle light… this room they had designed and built together… it was probably the sexiest thing he could have imagined, but it was real, it was their reality.

Lisa could see the love, lust, and joy in his eyes… she felt it too. The cellar space was absolutely beautiful… the candle light flickered off the stone walls, the old wood bar, the skin of this strong man kneeling between her thighs, devoted only to her, ready to serve her every desire… out of love, not obligation… this could be a scene from a fantasy, but it was her reality… and she loved it as much as he did…

“While you’re down there my sexy gladiator… why don’t you make yourself useful…” they both smiled as she slid a little further down in the seat while he knelt fully on the fur rug… then she closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the warm touch of his tongue between her thighs.

Breaking in the wine cellar was originally published in The Naughty Nook on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.