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It took me a full week to recover from New York City. The sex I had was like a million beams of light swirling around me. Illuminating me making feel beautiful and radiant. Looking back on it, it’s a rare delicious treat I will probably never have again.

It changed me, gave me a taste of what I wanted. Two men, an idea I’m still very enamored with. If I could find two men to willing share me, I’d be in heaven.

I’m also a switch and a really enjoy both roles, equally. I can not ever seem to sate both sides.

Two men, One a virtual stranger. I met Alex over a year ago online, so he wasn’t truly a stranger I just never saw him face to face. He’s a smaller man usually I go for but there’s just something about him that makes me wet and loved all at once. The other is my on again off again boyfriend Aaron, the more burly of the two, I don’t know if I love him anymore, but He’s a nice good albeit quick fuck.

Both men attended Maskara with me, Alex sat patiently by my side during the fashion show and Sky Salt’s killer show. There’s more to be said for a nice submissive man, I hopelessly adore a man willing to please me, spoil me, or put me in my place. Alex is a true submissive which drives me wild.

Knowing this earlier in the day I ran out to the Manhattan CVS to pick up some baby powder and sprinkled it in my hello kitty panties so I could stay relatively dry.

During Maskara my top got ripped open by a girl I was fighting with, an ex who had followed me there. She was hoping her display would impress me. It didn’t, I was red faced and exposed with no real way to cover up. It was July in New York City, no one thought to bring a coat.

I took my two gentleman back to the hotel, having my dress up and my push-up bra clad breasts exposed on the bus was a first. Secretly I loved it, my tits looked fabulous.

Aaron left us back at the room to go drinking with his sister. Alex was far too polite to do anything and I was working up my nerve. I may be a slut but, I’m kinda shy. So we laid together watching tv. It wasn’t until Aaron came back and the lights were off that I was brave enough to start running my nails over his thigh.

To which he responded by gasping and clawing at the sheets, then my deft little hand grabbed his balls and squeezed! He loved every sheer second of torture, my nails clawing him over and and over until we aroused Aaron from his drunken stupor. He knelt watching for a few moments. He knew I liked to be a sadistic little bitch but he’d never seen it. It was one thing, to know something then to actually see it. I didn’t know it then, but that moment was the end of me and Aaron.

Aaron started fingering my pussy and wouldn’t let up until he had his entire fist in me. Alex looked rather amused and like he’d been attacked by a house cat. Aaron pulled out quickly and which a strange wet pop and went into the bathroom. I then got up on my hands and knees and told Alex to fuck me, and boy did he, I came six times. Aaron says that was the only time he’d heard me scream that loud was when I was screaming “Master” or getting paid to do so!

At some point Alex stopped and Aaron started. Alex sat beside me watching seeing him still hard, I did what any girl would do…I sucked his dick, I sucked it good in typical Batling fashion, Aaron came in under two minutes and I just laid there stunned. We’d been fucking for an hour and Alex didn’t cum. I was not going to let this rest.I’ve pleased every partner male and female, ladies love me, I was truly perplexed.

The answer came upon me like a two by four. Of course maybe Angel Mason, a character from one of my books, took me over but my hand was around Alex’s neck and I squeezing. I licked my lips and whispered

“Cum or I kill you.”

I slept well that night.

Slow..

He took me by the hand. He stole my heart, slowly over time, I noticed but I didn’t really care. He makes it hard to care as he gets me intoxicated on his scent, greedy for the next orgasm. He makes me want to be better.

He makes me want to tease everyone, flaunt what he’s got…
Me..

I’ve won this round of tic-tac-toe. Our playground is mostly mental for us, it’s all about the tease. Golds and silvers stirred together. Mind and motive.He winds me up and lets me loose on all of you.

The sharp Princess, The feral Goddess, The intoxicating Muse. I’m a clever cuckoldress, don’t you think?

My desire for him, never really quenched. But, I’ll work through you boys like a fucking force of nature. It’s what I do. You boys just love it, supping the attention I give like hungry demons from a pit.

That’s why you all come back. Even if you won’t admit it.

Pride of fools..that’s what they say.

You boys…

(Form Strung & Choking-me writing as Lacie Grayson)

“What were you thinking?” He asked with a chuckle, seeing my backwards glance. Giving my ass a firm squeeze, grinning territorially at the dejected man still at the bar.

“Hey free drinks and come on, and what’s with Delia?” I asked with just a hint of sarcasm and needling.

“I happen to think it’s a lovely name.”

“Maybe if I were a whore,” I said, the name still rolling around a little awkwardly in my head, trying it on as if it were a piece of costume jewelry.

“A high class whore.” He stepped up. I gave him an inch, he took a yard. A shiver went up my spine ,“You wish, Mister.”

The door to the lift closed behind us and he lifted his hand up to my hair, taking a handful of my hair, before looking me deep in the eyes, “Actually, Abernathy tonight it’s Master.” He breathed those words onto my skin. I melted, he had picked up on my subtle hints.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to get out as I exhaled, trying to keep my body from melting fully.

“Love, I prefer my girls call me Daddy. You don’t mind do you?” The authority just oozed from his voice and how he looked at me. It made me look down and smile at myself.

“No, no Daddy,” as the words escaped my lips, I felt my knees quiver a bit.

“Good girl.” He said undoing his belt buckle and licking his lips. I was melting, absolutely soaked through.

As the doors closed behind us, I reached over to the buttons and hit the floor I was staying on. The lift started to hum slightly, carrying us up through the floors. A smile crossed my lips as an old Aerosmith song skimmed through my head and I pressed the stop button. When the lift came to a halt, I looked at my “Daddy” with wide eyes, as I slid down to my knees.

“Mmm, very good girl,” he said as he pushed my hair back behind my head, a few stray wisps framing my face as I quickly unfastened his pants. There wouldn’t be a lot of time to before maintenance came to see why the elevator stopped.

“Quickly,” I said with a gasp as I pulled Royston’s hard, fat cock out of his pants, holding the base with my hand and wrapping my mouth around the head.

Royston echoed my urgency by pushing his hips forward, filling my mouth with his girth. I opened wide as I could to accommodate the thick shaft, swirling my tongue along the edge. Feeling wicked, I looked up at him and squeezed the base of his cock as he started to fuck my face in earnest. The shock moved through him visibly, causing his body to stiffen.

He wasn’t quite done yet, so I let go, sliding my hands to his firm ass. The reflex in my throat caught for only a moment as he drove deep as he could, my face crushed against his hips. I swallowed back precum and saliva the best I could. It wouldn’t do to come out of the lift covered in fluids.

The only indication that I was doing well was the string of grunts and groans coming from Royston as he tried to choke me to death with his cock. Gagging, just a little, he finally came. My nails dug against his ass cheeks as he filled my mouth with his cum.

My ears were ringing, and it took me a minute before I realized it was maintenance calling the elevator. Swallowing fully and wiping my mouth as Royston stuffed himself back into his pants, I answered the echoing voice on the other end of the call box.

“Yes, everything is all right,” I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible. “I think we just might have gotten stuck.”

There was a pause on the other side of the faceless box. “And you didn’t think to call for help?”

“No, we were just having such a pleasant conversation and thought that the lift would start up on its own again.” I popped the stop button back into place and the elevator started moving again. “Kind of like that.”

A wise person once said, you have to start somewhere. This was somewhere for me. Love, maybe not but it was a start.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up next to him. Even Jayden my so called boyfriend never did that. I felt odd but in a good way, I could get used to this.

I love beautiful days like today, where the whole world is going great. Days where I get great feedback and you all enjoy my talents, it’s a great day to be me. The only thing that would actually be better is if I got laid to top it off.
You know what’s awesome?

I wrote and published a sexy little novella. I love days where I get things done. I love writing books and seeing them done and able to be read by others! That’s why I write I love sharing my stories with people, knowing people reading keeps me writing.

I get downright giddy. Like when I was little and packing for Summer Camp! (My favorites were Astronomy and Theater camp.) The way the next few months look I might have that feeling back. I’m totally excited. My journey my hit low notes from time to time but, my life is awesome.

After much time spent editing and reworking my 2010 NaNoWriMo draft is a real live book. I’m so happy! I really do love having finished this. But, you know what that means right? You too can do it too!

I love reading and writing Erotica. Some would say I read too much, but I say never. Reading anything is still preferable to being a drooling moron. As I always fiction over reality. I’m absolutely addicted to my Kindle, you should get one too.

On with the show! It’s a good show!

So, what’s Strung & Choking about?

“The story of a hotel heiress and her misadventures in life and love, culminating in a most unlikely match. A tale of love, hate, bdsm, and more.

Can she accept that love and all the responsibility and change that it entails?
“
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After that, Jak and I still couldn’t get up and out.

Ume IMed from work. Even there, so far away. His energy crackled over my skin. I sat quietly talking with Ume about my overwhelming desire to have him. A small trinket to hold in my hands. We agreed, that he held in his hands. We want the same things. I melt. I’m telling myself he’s said we’re a couple why am I afraid to admit it to people?

Then it dawns on me. I’m afraid no sooner than I do that. He’ll have to leave me, he’ll set me free, to be fair he’ll say. Now that he’s pinky promised (a gesture I didn’t have to explain, bonus sexy appeal Mistah Ume.) I feel better.

Still, how to begin?

Anyway, Ume has to go, so I sigh and watch.

So, I ask Jak “What are we doing?” I say looking at the quickly darkening sky. He says nothing, I don’t even hear breathing. Fear sets in, what if he’s dead?

Then he stands up and I’m about ready to ask again. All of the sudden his lips are on mine. Jak never kisses. More aptly he never kisses like in romance novels. His hands are on my body and I’m trying to find his neck. His one sexual weakness.
It’s mine, target acquired, he’s moaning as I bite, lick, and kiss. His mouth sucks at my nipple, something he rarely does anymore. No longer fearful of the breast milk that once was produced. Moans and jerking unsure movements are all I’m capable of.

He grabs me to flip me on my belly.

“Babykat and Ume are watching.” He whispers in my ear hitting my pussy with his cock. I could see them there! Ume with a bemused smirk wearing a Brooks Brothers suit complete with a visible hard on. Babykat wearing just a tee shirt my dollar coin on her neck rubbing her pussy.

Then a miracle happens. Jak slips a finger into my pussy. Jak has finger fucked me maybe six times through out our five years. He’s always rough, you can tell he doesn’t know how. No girl ever explained how to I suppose. Two reasons why I don’t, I’m afraid if I stop and teach playtime will stop.

I’m a sick fuck the pain gets me off.

He’s finger fucking me while they watch is all I can think. Ume finally pulling out his cock, stroking it. He’s arranged this.I think. Did he? Did he tell Jak I was wet and needed sex?

Babykat’s fingering herself whimpering. I love watching her like this, denied cock so she just has to touch her own pussy, which I own, so she’s not cumming.

Jak’s fingers slide into my asshole. It hurts.Oh my god does it hurt. I’m trying to get away Jak’s holding me there. He forces me to orgasm. Painfully. Pain pushes me into it headlong, I’m yelling, I think. Jak’s up and off the bed before I’m done My now empty pussy is clenching and angry.

It ends with me ass up in the air, tears on my eyes. Rolling onto the mattress.

My tongue knew every inch, not just his cock either. I’m pretty sure I’ve run my tongue over every inch of that chocolate skin of his.
We met about two years back when a previous Master of mine suggested a threeway. We had even discussed John taking over ownership of me after Master left us both.

He never did, despite all my trying and hints that I wanted this to happen. I think he doesn’t out of respect, that’s okay. I’m always fine with being his little playmate, whenever he asked. It never really occurred to me to think “Oh he’s a black guy…” I always just thought “Oh, it’s John, I hope he let’s me…”

Tonight John took me to a club, an upscale gay bar with a heavy cross dresser aesthetic. I always wanted to look my best when going out with John, he always dressed very nice. I think he knew that suits got me off, not suits alone but, give me a man in a suit and I couldn’t resist. I had to get as much girl-juice on the crotch as I could.
The club had play areas in the back to use them you had to be a membership. John was, tonight I was his plus one. I couldn’t be happier. We ordered drinks at the bar and took in the scene.
“I want to play with cock tonight.” He whispered his lips on my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I could only press my ass into his legs and nod a limp reply.
***

An hour later we were back in the “Pink Pleasure” room, I was down on my knees my ass jutting out semi exposed while my lips were wrapped firmly around John’s rather meaty prick. My eyes were watching his, I was fixated. I knew others were watching. If I didn’t stay focused, I would run. Listening to his moans was making me wet, I was sure everyone behind me could see. In a daring moment when I’m gagging on his nice thick cock, I spread my thighs.

To a few muffled gasps.

John’s hands were running over my ass, I could tell because he had to move to pet me which caused him to force more cock into my mouth. He must have decided that that felt good because he started fucking my mouth.

The kind fucking only intended for someone’s pussy. Drool was coating his cock now and the lower half of my face. He didn’t seem to care though. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down.

Holding me there.

I couldn’t breathe. My pussy shuddered and clenched with a dull ache. My heart beat faster as I pressed my pussy to the floor. Every cell of my body screaming for relief. I was certain I was going to black out, the room was spinning and I just couldn’t….

Gasping.

I was coughing and gasping my whole body shaking as I was sucking in air again. I could breathe, still my lips instinctively reached out again for his cock. Sucking him once more. Just the head, he was almost ready. My mouth sought out his cock instinctively, I was merely an instrument to my own lust. I heard him cry out then i felt the shudder, followed by the warmth.

I swallowed.

My pussy tingled and a sense of relief washed over me. The urgency I felt only moments before abated, I was at peace. My tongue was coated, John being ever the gentleman offered me a sip of his beer. I didn’t take it. Most girls would’ve, anything to offset the taste. However I was not most girls, I am me and I wanted to wear this taste home.

Except with three.

A terrible track record for someone who had more Dominants than those three. With those three I did not try to be submissive. I was submissive. It was rare, really rare. A feeling I longed for yet, was totally leery of since it was always sudden and total.

He scared me because I wanted him to be more. In my experience, I’ve never had my master and my boyfriend be the same person. It’s just that I’ve always been the “play with them and send them home” type. That’s not to say I didn’t love either man.

But, he was new. He was young like me. We could somehow view things differently. He didn’t just allow my brattiness. He found it endearing. He didn’t consider my pink hair and my piercings “out of place” or “kinky”. They were what made “me” me. He liked me as is.

He didn’t wish me to change to fit some idea of an idealized submissive. Under him I was able to embrace who I was to become a better girl. He did not make me feel shameful. He made me stronger. Even as I was bound, waiting in his chair. Alone. I felt strong.

Today was a very special day. Saidin had tied me in pretty pink ropes. My legs were the only things forced open. He had me spread open with a spreader bar.

“Be a good girl,” he had said pulling on his boots. “I’ll be right back.”

That could have been minutes, but it felt like hours ago. Ages. I pondered this.

Saidin had left a full length in front of me. My nipples were hard and my breast seemed bigger, looking at them bound. I’m a bit vain in knowing I can get wet just looking at myself. I suppose that’s why I did porn. Part of it anyways.

I watched my pussy moisten as my pussy lips got puffy. As a teenager, I thought my pussy was disgusting since my inner lips were slightly longer than my outer ones. Now, I longed to touch them. I loved them.

Saidin stood behind me. I was unaware of him until he was stroking my collarbone. His finger moved down slowly, stroking my skin. He reached my nipples and pinched them hard. I cried out, but my eyes were transfixed. I was watching us.

As he came around in front of me, I smiled. He just grinned and unzipped his pants. I wanted it in my mouth badly. I knew he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction. Tonight he was going to fuck me. His cock was rigid and perfect. It made my pussy juices gush. I was getting his chair messy, but I don’t believe that Saidin cared about his chair at the moment.

He pulled my hips out so my back now rested in the puddle. He drove his cock into my terminally tight cunt. I moaned, arching my back sinking myself all the way to the base. His eyes were intense as he slammed into and out of me. I felt myself flush as I studied the features of his face.

I was going to orgasm looking at him. He made sure of it, smirking as he slammed into me, finally digging his nails into the flesh around my hips.

I gasped.

My hips pushed me off as I rolled them, my pussy answering, spitting out my slickness and his seed. I was panting I was a beautiful mess. Saidin freed my ankles, and I extended my legs cautiously. Slowly, as he freed me, I began to come back to my senses. “Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling back at me.

“Want to watch Doctor Who?” I asked hopefully.

“After I give you a bath, you’re filthy.” he said, picking me up and carrying me to his bathtub .

Most.

He was, or I had this feeling he would be. I felt nervous as I waited for him at the comic book store. This store was like my second home, yet I was nervous. I should not have been this way, I was me after all. I’ve met Hunter S. Thompson and I was less shy.
The difference was, I didn’t know Hunter’s desires. Nor did Hunter’s desires match mine quite so perfectly. I knew what Todd wanted and I was going to give it to him. All over the city if I could manage it. I saw him through the window walking down 33rd street, he looked so good.

My heart skipped.

He walked through the door looking like a kid in a candy store. Eyes wide ogling shelves and shelves of comic books.
“Welcome to The Universe!” I said using the voice I save for the phone. Todd’s eyes darted over to me. He took me in with a smile, his eyes lingered on my tits. Good, that’s what I wanted.
“Lola?” He asked his smile widening.
“Yup, that’s me.” I said reaching out to him, he hugged me. He arms felt strong. My god, I loved his body already. “So, you want to look around?” I whispered in his ear.
We explored the store stopping and looking at everything DC put out recently. My husband was working the register. I bantered with him, we laughed.
“See you tomorrow, honey.” I said on the way out.
“Have fun.” He called after me.

We walked into the brisk air and the night time street crowd. Tood walked next to me, it felt like we had been doing it forever. It felt good, very good. His hotel was a few blocks down, so I decided we were walking to it. I have odd little ways of testing my submissives, this was one of them.

The hotel was nice, and I could swear I’d stayed here before, years ago. We made our way on to the elevator, laughing and joking. Room 456. Todd’s room. It was finally going to happen, five years since I had dominated anyone in person,

There’s a certain satisfaction to making someone, well yours. For me, it’s an art. I followed Todd’s movements feeling his nervous energy. I smirked, tilting my head. I had to admit, it had a really nice ass.
“Stop.” I said softly. He looked at me but, stopped.
“Good, now come here.” He was walking to stand in front of me.
“Strip for me.” I said biting my lip.
Todd stared at me, then started to undo his belt never taking his eyes off me. Something in his eyes made me shiver. I watched his fingers pull open each button, he was teasing me but since I was enjoying I’d let it slide. I liked it even more when he took his pants off. Seeing him naked for the first time made me sigh.

“On the bed.” I whispered and watched him crawl on to the bed. He knew better, he sprawled on his back, so I could see his hard on replete with jewelry that I had been fantasizing about for months.
“Todd, Spiral” I waited before speaking “Todd, when I bring you back up you will respond to trigger words. The first word is the word ‘honey’ this word will make it feel as though I am pulling on your nipple piercings. The word ‘baby’ and it will feel like I am pulling on those lovely testicle piercings.” I said my breath catching just watching him. I went on “Tood, When I describe something, you will feel it and with each word I speak you will fall more under my will. You will always want to please me. Keep those firmly in place. 10..9..8…7…6…5…4…3..2..1.”

Todd’s eyes opened and he looked at me smiling.
“Honey, come take me to bed.” I said softly watching him shiver. Todd picked me up slowly.

The hotel bed sheets were cool, despite the fact he was just laying on them. We spent several moments, our bodies barely touching. My fingers trailed along his thigh as my lips pressed to his. Kissing him was like eating fine chocolate.
“Baby.” I purred as his teeth sunk into the flesh of my neck.
“Fuck, slut…” His fingers squeezed my nipple. Under normal situations I’d have berated anyone else. His hard cock pressed into my thighs. I moved my left leg over his pressing against him. He tugged my nipple hard enough to hurt. I hissed pressing my chest into him.

“Miss me, Baby?” I whispered in his ear.
“God, yes.” He growled kissing my lips again. His cock slid into my pussy. The jewelry stroked me in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for, I gasped and tried not to orgasm. I was blushing I knew it.
“Honey?” I made it a question.
“Hmm?” He asked distractedly pushing deeper inside my pussy.
“Baby, I was wondering if you’d lick my pussy.” It was worth it to feel him shiver inside me and to watch his face as he moaned.
He looked at me puzzled, and pushed harder into me.
“Okay, fuck just keep fucking me.” I said digging my nails into his back. He groaned and fucked me harder.
***
“Oh, Lola.” Todd said from the bathroom.
“Yes? I called back, my voice trembling still.
“You’ll be a good little girl after dinner right?”

I’d have to wait, and struggle through a dinner. Fuck, hopefully karma would be kind.