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   secondself@gmx.com
   Holding him on my arm...
   He showed up in my dungeon door right on time.  I nearly fell over.  My
boy, on time?  Black hair, 6'4", former middle linebacker who kept the
muscle and avoided the fat.  Black goatee, big dark brown eyes, today
underscored by some black eye liner...  A former rock musician, he knew how
to enhance his already striking face and was happily secure enough in his
maleness to unapologetically wear makeup from time to time.
   He wore silver earrings, sterling, small Celtic hoops, a couple of
sterling rings, and I enhanced his look by gifting him with a thick silver
knot-work wristlet.  A black sleeveless t-shirt, and 501s that showed off
his round ass and thick thighs well enough that my nipples turned hard and
my groin throbbed at the sight of him...and, per my instruction, black
lacey panties.  I adored seeing his thick cock coyly cloaked in girlie
unders.
   He came in, ducked his head a bit and smiled up giving me that damned
look he knew made me hot.  I responded by grabbing his hair and bringing
his lips down to mine, holding fast and pulling on his hair as our tongues
connected.  Ever thought about how many ways there are to kiss?  And that
when you meet someone with whom you kiss well, it's just damned close to
magic?  So it was for us.  Much as our brains worked together, to inspire
one another to greater depths and heights of wildness, our mouths turned a
simple kiss into hours of sensual delights.
   This afternoon, however, I allowed us only a brief interlude because I
had a specific goal set for us.  I led him down the stairs to the dungeon,
where he could hear the booming guitar riffs as we entered.  We shared an
appreciation of virtuoso rock guitar, and used the music as one of our
vehicles to slip into that place where he went down deeply into subspace as
he gave over to me.
   Today, a surprise, many actually, for him.  In the middle of the room
hung from four points was a new leather sling replacing the old one whose
design always presented one challenge or another.  This one was woven
leather, stirrups attached, with many feet of chain attaching it to the
four corners of the room.  As auditory sluts, the clanking and rattling of
the chain further enhanced our ardor.
   He knelt before me at my hand command, knees spread far, palms up,
gazing at me for instruction.  His play collar in my hand, I asked for his
commitments as I fastened the collar around his neck.  He replied, "I
pledge to pay attention, to obey your instruction, to be clear in my
communications, to observe safe words, and to give you my best service and
surrender." I replied, "And I promise to attend to your safety and to your
growth and pleasure."
   The words, familiar to both of us, served as reminders, and as a piece
of the glue that bound us to one another, not just in the moments of our
play, but in our lives away from the dungeon.
   "Lose your clothes, please, Z, then lean against the edge of the sling."
   He complied and I instructed, "Don't scoot your ass too far back, just
keep it on the edge, and put your legs on the outside of the chain so that
I can slip them into the hanging stirrups." He leaned on the edge and
lifted up, immediately exposing his luscious cock and ass.  I slipped his
legs into the stirrups and adjusted the width, pulling his legs as wide
apart as he could handle.  I was extremely grateful for his commitment to
yoga, as his flexibility was a definitely an asset in our play.
   I came to the side of the sling and put his left wrist in a thick cuff,
not quite as substantial as a suspension cuff, but one that would ensure
prolonged restriction would not damage his wrists.  More black and silver,
I had to smile...as I hooked up his other wrist.  Next, nipple clamps,
brass, excellent construction, with a smooth action to tighten endlessly.
He already wore the metal cock ring to which I would affix the chain
between nipples and cock.
   "Mmmm, there we go, baby, how does that all feel?"
   "Oh, god, mama, it's good, so good...thank you, M'Lady." He looked at me
intently, as my hand toyed with his cock, which as soon as I tightened the
clamps stood thick and tall.  He kept stretching out in the sling to create
more tension between his nipples and cock, the little pain slut.
   "Tell me, boy, what one thing do you most want to experience that you
haven't yet?" I asked as I pulled a stool up to his luscious cock and ass
and sat, my leather pants already feeling warm.  Before he answered, I
slipped four well lubed fingers into his ass, making a rounded cylinder,
burying them almost to my knuckles, judging how open he was.
   "Oooh, mama, you know what I long for most."
   "Yes, baby I do.  Say it.  I want to hear you ask me."
   "I want to have your fist inside me, M'Lady, to feel your big hand all
the way inside me.  Please!"
   "Mmm, boy," I said as I lubed the outside of his ass, "and you know how
much I want that, too.  I think this sling and your position will give us
that little extra that we need."
   I tapped a pedal on the floor directly under the sling, and my slaveboy,
Speed, entered the room.  "Speed, please get the blocks and stand over Z
and feed him your cock."
   Delighted for such a request, he enthusiastically said, "YES, MA'AM!" He
collected two sturdy wooden blocks, placed them on either side of the sling
and stepped on one, holding the chain, slung his leg to the other side and
stood on the other, placing his shaven cock right at Z's mouth.  The view
from my perspective made my nasty self just glad to be alive...
   I continued to open Z's ass, slowly fucking him, using a variety of
strokes.  Finally satisfied that he was open enough, I added some Liquid
Silk to the ElbowGrease I'd been using and jimmied my left hand past the
last barrier of Z's ass.
   He screamed into Speed's cock, and Speed, having been coached by me,
withdrew and waited.  "Baby, talk to me.  I need to know what's up."
   "Oh, geezus, mama, that hurt, but now my brain knows what to expect. 
It's good, so good, gawd, so much better than I thought.  More, mama,
please, more!"
   His body was so tight around my fist, my arm was buried half way to my
elbow.  I was lubing high and higher as I slowly fucked him.  I began
flexing my fist open slightly, putting more pressure on his prostate, which
triggered another round of hollering, but this time, it was clear that he
was lusting for it.
   Speed fucked his face as I played with his ass, and used my free hand to
play with his dick and balls.  He began contractions in his ass and started
cumming anally.  He was hollering the entire time, guttural moans, screams,
on and on.
   Speed asked me permission to shoot, which I granted, saying, "Z swallow
his gift, every bit, little bitch."
   Speed was as silent as Z was noisy, and soon "dismounted" Z, waiting
patiently for additional instruction.  I motioned to him to please tighten
the nipple clamps, which he did.  "OH GAWD, MAMA, THIS IS....THIS IS .....
OH FUCK, I CAN'T STOP CUMMING...."
   His cock was not hard while my fist was inside him, so the orgasm was
purely anal.  I began focusing on his prostate more to further increase the
intensity.  His voice came in staccato yelps, "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" I
wanted him to cum in his ass and his cock, so I told Speed to bring the
sounds.  Z's eyes got huge as he realized what I was planning, and again,
at the very thought, his cock bounced up.
   We had debated the wisdom of using sounds (urethral dialators) and
fisting and decided that it was safe, physically speaking, so "at some
point, we'd give it a try." He didn't know just how soon I intended to do
so.
   Speed handed me the tools, a hypodermic tube with water based lube,
which I carefully inserted and pushed the plunger down to lubricate the
inside of his cock.  Then, the 7 m sound, slowly down inside him, with
Speed's assistance since my other hand was inside his ass.
   He lay very still, watching when he didn't have his eyes closed.  My
fist inside him, his cock impaled on surgical steel, nipples on fire from
prolonged intense pressure.
   "Oooh ooooh oooh, mamamamamama......yes, oooooh my GOD,"
   "Do you like this, baby?"
   "Youwererightyouwereright!!!"
   Speed held his balls in his fist, and gave slow pulses.  Z nearly came
out of the sling.  I felt his prostate contract and GROW, and knew to brace
against his ass.  He came without preamble, from his ass and cock,
expelling the sound in the process.  He screamed non-stop as pulsed my fist
inside him, not letting up until I heard a change in his voice, knowing the
crest had passed.
   "I'm going to come out now, Z.  Relax and let go of my fist, baby."
   He breathed a deep cleansing breath and with that breath, I extracted my
fist.
   Speed and I each slowly loosened the nipple clamps, unlaced the wrist
restraints, and took legs out of stirrups.
   We helped him out of the sling, and we made it to the king-sized futon
in a dark, warm corner of the dungeon.  I covered him with a down comforter
and snuggled him close.  His body trembled, he drank some water, and he
buried his face between my breasts, which were outlined by a leather and
chain harness.  Those thick arms wrapped around me and I rocked him and
petted his head for a few minutes before he reach up to kiss me, sweetly
first and then with passion.
   "My gawd, M'Lady," he said coming up for air, that was the wildest
combination of sensations I have ever experienced.  Can we do it again?"
   I rolled away from our embrace cracking up laughing.  "My god, you
maniac!  You are INSATIABLE!"
   He smiled slyly, beginning to take off my pants.  Just before his tongue
found my swollen pearl, he said, "Yea, and your point?" 
  
His Hunger, My Desire