A Sacred Gift [That One Guy & Sexkitten127]
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				Title: <strong>A Sacred Gift [That One Guy &amp; Sexkitten127]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 00:41:51</strong>
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				Amber Stevenson (http://provenpheromones.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/hot-girl.jpg) was eighteen years old when she met Miles Olson at a local BDSM Club that went by the name "The Devil's Playground" in down town Miami Florida. The club was set away from the touristy section of the town, deep in the heart of Miami, a place that only the locals would know about or even mention existed. It wasn't Amber's first time in the place when Miles stepped up to her and asked her what she was doing there, he had an heir about him a way that seemed almost protective of her from the moment they started speaking. After the initial meeting Miles and Amber were inseparable, he took her under his wing and taught her about discipline and respect. He allowed her to watch him with others, never feeling pressure to partake until she felt ready and sure about it all.<br><br>Before Miles and Amber had met, Amber had been immersed in the culture of BDSM, her parent's both active participants in the lifestyle never once pushed their views on their only daughter, just simply educated her on the choices she had when it came to relationships; they let her know she was not "weird" or "odd" if she was indeed interested in such a practice and that they would love her no matter what she chose for herself. During high school Amber dated around like every other teenager. The jocks, the nerds, the preps, the band geeks...They were all different but so much of the same to her. None of them made her light up like her father did her mother, none of them made her giggle and fill with butterflies like her mom had described when she and her husband had met. Amber saw the love and trust it took to create a Dominant/submissive relationship and Amber decided she needed to try it out for herself.<br><br>Shortly after turning eighteen Amber began visiting "The Devil's Playground" on a semi regular basis, never actively participating, just watching others. She gauged their moans and cries, was it pleasure or pain? Or...Was it pleasure from pain? Or, better yet, pain from so much pleasure? She had met a few guys there and been a voyeur to many of their nights spent in the club but no one has seemed to win over Amber. No one ever got to touch her in an intimate way, not even a kiss, and no one ever ever saw her reveled completely...Until Miles Olson.<br><br>After meeting Miles, Amber began visiting the club when she knew he would be there. After months and months of watching and learning Amber went to Miles and disclosed that she wanted to become a submissive, not to just anyone, to him. After long talks they two agreed to start their "official" Dominate/submissive relationship. Mile's never pushed Amber out of her comfort zone and though he had seen her naked and touched her in the most intimate of ways... he never took her.<br><br>Four years exactly from the date this relationship began Amber decided she was ready to give herself to Miles. It was a long, long thought process and she realized after all this time that if she was going to give herself to someone, she wanted it to be him. While Miles was at work Amber got all the things she was going to need to make this perfect. She grabbed a set of handcuffs, a single red rose, thigh high stockings, black velvet gloves and most important, the spare key hidden under the mat in the back yard. After letting herself in Amber watched the clock until exactly thirty minutes before Mile's was due home from work, then Amber started her plan in motion. Getting dressed in nothing but the stockings and gloves she cut the stem of the rose off. Taking a black pen and piece of paper she wrote a note:<br><br><em>Dear Sir,<br><br>Your pet is ready for you to take her. I know it has been a long four years and I know I have struggled a lot with this decision but I also know that I would never give myself in this manner to anyone but you. I have placed myself on your bed, in the position you had told me you had dreamed of taking me in. I am ready, I am here, I am yours, forever.<br><br>Love, your pet.</em><br><br>After writing the note Amber folded it in half and laid down on the bed, placing the cuffs around her wrist she placed the note beside her on the bed, facing the door. She grabbed a blind fold and placed it over her eyes as she lay with her legs comfortably apart. There she waited until she heard the crackling of gravel in the driveway. He was home. Taking in one more deep breath she placed the red rose between her legs covering her sex. <br><br>(http://media.picfor.me/001B9EDF/ladireds-favorite-nude-art-websites-StumbleUpon-fetish-BD-Kwiaty-bondage-bdsm-submissive-master-submission-slave-Gor-Kajira-erotic-surrender-dominant-bostongemini-sexy-girls-locked-httpwwwpicformetralbumshowimages9732page13-ash-eros-flowers-arena_large.jpg)<br><br>Her heart raced but she laid there calm, she heard the door open and close and the sound of footsteps down the hallway. She took in one more deep breath as she heard him grab the door knob and start to turn it. The moment had come, for her to become his in every way possible. It was now time for Amber to be taken.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sacred Gift [That One Guy &amp; Sexkitten127]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 16:30:08</strong>
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				Miles smiled at everyone, complimented them on the good work, and generally tried to keep everyone working as efficiently as he could manage. A difficult chore, considering it was Friday and half the world had just gotten paid. A time to rejoice for most....but it made bankers cringe with all the work from deposits. Still, Mr. Olson's six foot stature, calm blue eyes, and smooth voice did usually manage to keep everyone somewhat at ease and functioning. He wanted to hurry up and close just as much as anyone, maybe more.<br><br>The significance of the date was not lost on him. Four years ago a young blond college freshman had continued to show up at a certain club, and make her wishes known to him - to be his submissive. He was hesitant, despite that she was beautiful, intelligent, and pleasant to be around. He'd tried to watch out for her, keep the creeps away. Instead they were drawn together.<br><br>But Miles had rules; and while he took Amber as a submissive, it was always with the understanding this could end at any moment. She could meet someone, learn it wasn't for her, or anything else. The lives of young women were always very fluid...and he made little claim on her should she wish to drift another direction. He'd stated things would be allowed to become more serious after she graduated, and if she chose, for reasons other then him, to stay in the area. She had her life, she needed to make those choices above anything else, before a relationship were truly possible.<br><br>She'd graduated a couple months ago. She was still here. Four years ago today she'd stated she wanted to be his sub.<br><br>Finally the bank closed, and he locked up behind everyone, wishing them a good weekend. He tried not to dash to the large SUV, jump inside and race off like some excited teen; instead eh walked calmly in his charcoal suit, got in, and smoothly drove away. He had to keep telling himself that a speeding ticket would delay him more then abiding the limit.<br><br>He arrived home, a smaller hose just outside of town. Not anything amazing, but it was his, and he was proud of it. At 28 years old he was a bank manager with a paid off car, and a house in his name; usually all great sources of pride. But at this moment all was forgotten. He knew she was here. Her subtle, delicate perfume, even the way the house just felt seemed to scream she was here.<br><br>Yet she was not at the door waiting, nor in the living room or kitchen. That left few options. He'd given her the guest bedroom to used long ago, but he knew she'd not be there why he was home. Miles walked directly to the bedroom.<br><br>He eased the door open, gradually exposing the exquisite scene. There she was, silent as could be, laying on his bed. She had always been one for a bit of theater and symbolism. Maybe that was why they we so inseparable, he thought, patting the long thin box in his coat pocket.<br><br>Stepping closer, slowly, he took it all in. The black velvet gloves, the stockings; both contrasting her pale flesh beautifully. Silver handcuffs glinted in the dim light. A red rose between her legs, her chest rising and falling in silent anticipation. Miles walked around the bed, pacing, watching, never saying a word, then picked up her note.<br><br>After reading it he set the letter to the side on the night stand. His hand drifted down to caress her face, his thumb dragging over her lips. "You look beautiful pet. More so then I could have dreamed. Absolutely perfect." Miles forced himself to step away, and knew once more that the toughest part of being the Dominant one was the self restraint. To not give in and take what your body and heart wanted so instantly; but to wait, to hold, to draw out the pleasure for both.<br><br>Stepping further away, he took off his suit jacket, and removed his tie. "Amber," he used her name quite on purpose. "You offer what I have long wanted, but if we do this, it changes. I've never pushed you, never demanded anything other then we wait until you were certain. You have one last chance. If you are still like this, on the bed as you are, when I return in a moment, then you will know what it is like to be taken, to be truly claimed. Once claimed I will push, I will expect more of you. I will want you for myself, and no other. I will be back in a moment, and if you are still on that bed...you will be mine."<br><br>He turned and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall. He was a practical man, and grabbed a large glass of water, a box of tissue, and the 'bag of toys' should any be needed later. They may have to leave the room for simple matter of food and nature at some point...but if she was still there, he was going to minimize and distractions or delays in what might well be a very long night.<br><br>Miles had little doubt, as he reentered the room, and smiled. She was still there, still perfect. "Ok pet....I accept your gift."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 20:27:05</strong>
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				Amber remained silent as Miles spoke to her. The touch of his thumb over her lips, made her open her mouth and moan out softly. His touch she craved...Her body laying perfectly still as he walked out of the room giving her a chance to change her mind. Her mind was calm but her heart pounded in her chest, a shred of doubt crept in for a moment that made her question if she was ready, but as soon as Miles walked back in and she heard his voice all was forgotten...<br><br>Her chest heaved a little and she wanted to remove the blindfold to see what he was doing, but she didn't. The dynamics of the relationship were on the line and everything was about to change. Her body trembled slightly with anticipation, not fear as she tried to listen to the movements he was making around her, what was he planned? What was he going to do to her? Her sex grew moist with the waiting and she bit her lip a little to help her lay there looking so calm.<br><br>She knew it wouldn't be over fast, the idea of being taken in 10, 20 even 30minutes Amber knew was not Miles style as a Dominate. Instead she laid there trying to imagine all the things they may be&nbsp; possible for them to try in the time they had..Hopefully all night and weekend for that matter if it was needed, was going to be long enough to send them both into ecstasy.&nbsp; She moved a little on the bed, maintaining her original pose pretty well but the anticipation was starting to make her ache with desire. She wanted him and she wanted him now.
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				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:05:44</strong>
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				He paced around the bed, occasionally touching her, running his fingers over her perfect flesh at random points. he didn't say anything as he teased, he just did it. A hand across her stomach here, a pinched nipple there, nails gently scratching down her ribs...whatever suited him in that moment.<br><br>Gradually Miles made his way to the foot of the bed, and looked up at her perfectly displayed body. He'd made that body shudder and tense countless times in the years that she had been his learning submissive...but she was still, by some definition, a virgin. That would change in a short while. It would seem like days for her...<br><br>"Pet, there is a new rule for you tonight. Normally I love to see how often your beautiful body can cum...but tonight you may not. Not ever again...until you are truly taken." He looked to the wide rose covering her sex from view, and smiled. "And i want you to hold onto that flower until I remove it from your hands. Do not drop it until I am finished with you." His voice was clear, strong and sure, but not uncaring. He could never be uncaring toward Amber, not after all they have been through.<br><br>It had been a long four years, with a lot of history. She'd watch him fuck countless women. He'd tied her up in numerous ways, and forced her to orgasm with various toys, his fingers, or his tongue. He'd done all there is to do to a beautiful girl...except put his cock inside anything but her mouth. Tonight that changed...eventually.<br><br>He started by grabbing hold of her ankles, enjoying the slick material of her stockings that encased her shapely legs. Miles pulled until her ass nearly reached the edge of the bed, and he let her legs dangle over. Kneeling down he ran his hands up the long legs, keeping them parted, until his fingers met hers. He gently pushed her gloved and cuffed hands up, letting them keep the flower he'd told her not to lose, but revealing the one he was really after.<br><br>His lips kissed her thigh, just above the lace of her stocking, and traveled up, yet avoided her now exposed pussy. He treated the matching limb to the same torment, but this time he did finish with a kiss to her sweet cunt. "Remember pet, you may beg all you like, I love to hear you...but do not cum until after you've had my cock thrust deep inside you."<br><br>With that warning, Miles proceeded in a feast to tease them both. His tongue dipped into her and back up to flick at her clit while his hands groped whatever they pleased.
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				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 06:30:02</strong>
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				Amber's back arched up and she let out a moan as he began to eat her like a starving man. Her eyes shut tight as she struggled to hold the rose in place. Her hips bucked and rolled against his face as she moaned and gritted her teeth in both pleasure and restraint. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment...A drop of her fluids leaving her body and rolling down her lips as she resisted all she could.<br><br>Her body trembled and ached for more but she held on. Making noises and grunts of both pleasure and frustration, she followed his every command.. Her hands never left the rose, she didn't cum and she had managed to remain in her position, despite the torment of his oral skills.
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				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 21:20:32</strong>
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				Miles dined on his pet, his tongue both probing into her, then flicking rapidly across her clit. As he felt her get closer and closer, he'd back off; content to just let his hands roam her body. He'd begin again, bringing her right to the brink, then once more stop. It was a game they had played many times - but the stakes were much different tonight.<br><br>Miles pulled away from her one last time, and left to get the bag of toys. Inside was a suede flogger with wide tails. It looked almost intimidating, but provided little more then a mild 'thud' - perfect just to tease with. One would have to swing such a thing with all their might to leave any mark, and Miles had no intention of doing that.<br><br>"I want you to hold the flower above your head, and keep your legs open wide." he spread her legs with his hands, showing her how wide he meant. He then took up the flogger again, and also a pheasant feather from a jar on the dresser. First the tickle...along her thighs and ribs. Then the flogger, landing right on her sex with a dull thud.<br><br>He repeated this new game...just something to pass the time, a little more foreplay without risking her cumming too soon. He'd let the flogger lang on her sides, her breasts, her legs or her pussy. The feather danced where ever he wished, neither happening with any predictable pattern. Once he was satisfied she'd waited long enough, he knelt down again to once more feast on her delicious cunt.<br><br>Once he'd brought her back to the edge several more times, Mile took pity on her, and stood up. "Come, sit up pet." He helped her up, took the rose from her hands and placed the stem in her lips to hold. Still blindfolded, he brought her cuffed hands to his belt. She would know what to do. It was time for her to bring out his cock, the one that would finally take her. <br>
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