Daddy's Little Girl

Note: This story is about role play between consenting adults. If you're offended, don't read.

She lay naked on the bed. Her head toward the foot of the bed. The room was warm so she was comfortable, curled on her side like a child often sleeps. Resting, but she wasn't asleep. Waiting. He was coming. There was tension in her body as she anticipated what would happen when he arrived. She heard the electric lock open and the door open; pushed up on her arms to look at him as he walked in, her hair hanging loose around her face.

"Little Girl." It wasn't a greeting so much as a command. "On your knees. Touch yourself. I want to watch you come."

"Yes, Daddy." She rose to her knees slowly, and spread them a little bit. Using only two fingers in her pussy, she began to caress her body. Drawing circles around her clit, sometimes dipping lower to find her own moisture. It was almost as if she was still experimenting how to pleasure herself. Young. Perhaps she was hesitant in front of him. Shy. It didn't matter. She was his property.

"Wider. Spread your legs wider." He undressed quickly. She did as he asked, looking up at him briefly then looking down. Her cheek brushed against her own shoulder. "Good girl. Yes. Such a good, good girl. Such a little slut. So wet." She was getting excited, but she wasn't going to come, not like he wanted to see. Not yet, anyway. Didn't matter- he wanted to hold her soft skin. "Come here. Don't stop touching your wet cunt. Now."

She had a brief panicked look on her face, as if she couldn't figure out how to follow all his instructions. Then she walked on her knees to the edge of the bed, got off and came over to him. As he said, her hand never stopped tracing small circles in her pussy. He kissed the top of her head then turned her roughly so she was facing away from him. He wrapped his right arm snug against her pulling her against his body. She could feel his chest, his arms, his hard cock against her ass. She leaned against his shoulder. She liked to cuddle into him.

"Little Girl needs to come. Soon." An order. "Spread your legs wider. Make your self come. Don't stop. It's what you want." Using his left hand, he played with her cunt and fingered her for a few minutes. "So wet. Good." Shifting his position he started to play with her ass. He wondered if he should surprise her with what he was going to do or make her beg for it. She could beg later- his fingers were wet with her juices now. He slid two fingers into her ass and began to finger fuck her. "Come. Now."

She did.

"Dirty little Girl. You like being fucked in the ass don't you? Bad little Girl. Daddy is going to spank you for being such a slut. Get on your knees on the bed. Keep one hand in your cunt, touching yourself so you remember this too. Such a Bad Girl."

"But, Daddy"

"NOW!" She whimpered and moved to the bed. She was on her knees. There was fear in her eyes, but she would do whatever he asked. He took care of her, and gave her everything she needed. She just didn't know what he was going to do...

He smacked her ass with his hand. Hard. Several times. She had a hard time staying in place, but knew that on her knees was best. Just when she thought that he must be done he grabbed the belt, and hit her with it as well. He reached down between her legs. "So wet. Such a slut. You like whatever I do to you, Little Girl. You want me to play with you, to fuck you, Don't you? Tell me what you want."

"Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy." He began to finger fuck her. Eventually fisting her from behind. She moaned with pleasure and moved on his fist, but he wanted to see her.

"Turn over. I'll help you." He didn't move his hand, but helped her legs. She moved very, very slowly. Then came. Hard. He was ready to fuck her.

"Tell me what you want, Little Girl. Tell me."
"Daddy."
He fucked her hard. Fast. It probably hurt her a little bit, but he wasn't worried. She was his. She cried out... She would curl into his arms later. "Daddy..."

Devil's Last Dance (PJ party story)

It was late. The party was in a lull, perhaps winding down, perhaps not. Everyone was relaxed and sexual. Juno and Henry were on one couch. Just from looking at them it was unclear if they had just had sex or were about to. It didn't really matter as it might be both. Suze, Spitfire, Evilious, and Bella were in a tangled, naked heap on one on the beds. They were like a nest of very sexy snakes. They were half-asleep, yet they kept moving all over each other- kissing, touching, caressing. Lestat, wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, was leaning against the bar drinking a margarita. Karl, in his kilt, was reclined on another couch. He had a single malt scotch in his hand.

Devil was about as wild and sexual as she ever was. She was buzzed too. She had just had a Red Bull and vodka. Who knows how much she'd had before. She was dancing, wild, and sensual. Somewhere in the evening she had put clothes on again. Nothing more than a sheer black dress. It was deep cut in the front and barely over her ass. She was dancing alone, but she was dancing for both of the men. Moving close to Lestat, then close to Karl. It was a back and forth dance between the two of them. She was sexual and seductive. She was playing the game that she really played best, especially when she didn't really think of it as a game. The sheer joy and pleasure of turning men on, and the joy of her own sexuality. In her current state, she wasn't really thinking, but knew that she wanted the pleasant touch of a man's hands on her. She wanted both of these men to want her, what happened after that would just happen. She knew they were watching her, and she teased them. She lifted up her dress as she danced. She played with her breasts. She watched their eyes as she moved between them- dancing first in front of one, then the other. They weren't that far apart so it wasn't that hard.

All at once, she pulled off her dress. Naked she walked outside onto the patio. She looked backward over her shoulder first at Lestat, then longer at Karl. Both men felt her heat. She walked outside knowing they would follow. She swayed to music only she could hear. Lestat showed up at the door first. He leaned against the door frame. She smiled at him. The gestured at the cushions that were on the chairs. "You want to fuck me out here? We need at least two of those on the ground to make a bed."

He just watched her sensual dance. "She's wound up," he thought.

He couldn't decide if he should bow to her wishes for cushions, or push her against the floor as it was. Devil pouted and leaned over one of the lawn chairs. She had her ass up in the air, moving slowly. Somehow she was still dancing as she was actually starting to pull the cushion to the floor. It was a sight to see. There was one mattress on the floor and she had moved to another chair when Karl came out. Devil glanced up at him, her eyes twinkled, and she grinned. Then she walked over to Lestat. Her arms went up and around his neck. She kissed him and looked back at Karl with a look that clearly said, "Come here. I want you to." He did- moving his hands up and down her hips and ass. She leaned back into him, and wrapped her leg around Lestat. They knew that it would be all three of them. Outside. She didn't give a damn if anyone else saw either. Perhaps she wanted them to.

Devil turned to face Karl. She kissed him long and deep. Then dropped down to suck his nipples- alternating between the two of them. They were pierced, and she loved the feel of the metal rolling in her mouth as she pulled. One hand was reaching behind to caress Lestat and pull him closer. She dropped lower and put her hand under his kilt. She felt his cock, and wanted more of it. She stayed close to Lestat, but wrapped her hand around Karl's balls and pulled them. Harder till he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her away. She knew that she would do that again. She was on her knees now. She took his kilt off and dropped it to the ground. Kissed the end of his cock, and turned to Lestat. His jeans needed to come off next.

With both men standing naked and her in between she was able to reach both of their cocks. She took turns sucking on them until she gagged while holding onto the other man. Then she would switch. But she wasn't on the cushion that she'd tried to set up. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked away. "Where are you going?" but she just smiled. She grabbed the second cushion and pulled it near the first. She knew that someone would fix it. Then she knelt on the first with her legs spread. She started to massage her breasts and her body. Her fingers played with her pussy and she sucked the sweet juices. Lestat came to her first. Standing over her, she sucked his cock again. She let her nails drag down his ass. Karl came up and spanked her ass. Three times hard and close together. She gasped and whispered more as she held Lestat. He hit her again harder, but then started to lay down behind her. He was mellow this late at night. She went after him. She was practically under him. It was a great position to pull on his nipple jewelry with one hand and to suck his cock. As she sucked his cock, she looked towards Lestat and reached out her hand. She wanted to pull him to her. She realized that he could fuck her in the position that she was in and she wanted that- to suck on Karl's cock and fuck Lestat. He got the idea. Somehow he ended up in the position where she could watch his eyes from between Karl's legs. It was so hot. They all came at about the same time. Devil was still sucking on Karl while being fucked by Lestat. She could see both of their eyes depending on if she looked straight or upward.

They collapsed for a bit, holding each other, Devil in the middle. Then Lestat stood and offered his hand to Devil. She in turn would not leave without Karl. Inside it looked like most people were asleep. They were ready to collapse as well. They found one of the beds and lay down. Devil was done dancing for this night. There was always the morning though.

The Meeting

I met you at the door to my house. I was wild and ready. You were too. I had prepared for your arrival. I was wearing a black net blouse and a miniskirt- nothing more. There were other things ready as well. You had come from work. You grabbed me and held me against the door for a kiss that made me moan. I wanted more, but I also wanted to give you something this day. I bit your lip.

There were ropes hanging from the spiral staircase, and a bar to hold. Somehow, my shirt was already off. I moved to take your shirt off then asked you to hold the bar. As my wet mouth began to move all over your body you did. I dropped my skirt, then your pants. I slipped a blindfold on you.

I began to kiss your body- working down. My tongue in your ear, a gentle bite to your earlobe, biting your lip. Then I took your nipple between my teeth and sucked them hard enough to make you moan. As I stopped, I reminded you to keep your hands on the bar. My hands were traveling over your body. I went down to my knees and took just the tip of your cock into my mouth rubbing my tongue in circles around the sensitive end. At the same time, I used my hands on your body. I had one hand playing with your balls, and a finger circling and playing in your ass. I loved your reaction. So hard, and soft swearing, but this was my time to play with you. You were telling me that you wanted to fuck me. I still had something else planned.

I turned your body and licked your ass as one hand played with your cock. Watched you tremble. I had lube hidden nearby and I gently rubbed some all around and in your ass while I played with you. I had a butt plug near too- already covered with lube. I'm not sure that you had ever had sex with one before, but you were going to today. You didn't know what was coming. As I stroked and squeezed your cock hard, I put the butt plug in position and was sliding it in. You swore, tensed and let go of the bar. Your hands were going to my hair to pull me away. I didn't stop anything I was doing- either with your cock or slowly and gently with the butt plug, but told you to relax and we'd have fun.

In a moment, it was in and I returned to sucking your cock, deeply this time. You ripped off the blindfold and dropped it on the floor. Then you leaned back against the door. Maybe crashed against it was a better term. I knew that you weren't going to last long standing. It was time to move. I took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

I wanted to suck your cock more, suck your nipples. I was having fun pleasing you, but I think that you had other ideas by then. I remember, and we were both so wild. You pushed me face down on the bed. I got a couple of unexpected smacks on my ass. They were hard ones, but I didn't care. I might have bruises tomorrow. It was putting you back in control for now. It didn't matter. You reached around and grabbed my pussy rubbing me hard- feeling how wet and ready I was. I had been that way since before you arrived. Then you pulled me up so I was on my knees and fucked me hard. We both came hard. I'm glad I met you at the door.

Distracted by her shoes!

She joined him in his office and he was distracted by her shoes. They were black, patent leather heels. His first thought was that they would look good behind his ears. He could imagine her spread on a bed as he pushed her down and she wrapped her feet around his neck. She was much smaller than he was, maybe 35, and married. She had soft, slender hands and a pretty smile. Somewhat sexy, but he'd never really thought about her much before. She might be a wildcat with some wine in her. He wondered about that. She started talking about the problem that brought them together, and he tried to focus.

It wasn't happening. She was wearing black slacks. They contrasted with her pale skin. She would bruise easily. He liked to play rough with a woman. He liked to see where he had held her. Would she like it that way? She might be wild with a little wine, but he didn't think that she'd ever played rough, she didn't know how, didn't know how damn good it could feel. He wanted to show her. It didn't look like she wore anything under the slacks. He didn't know for sure, but as she walked around the room, he couldn't see any lines. God, His balls were starting to tingle. He shook his head and she looked at him. She seemed to look right through him. He mumbled something vaguely coherent. At the moment, she seemed content just to tell him the problem.

He was married too. It wasn't safe to fuck a woman from work. Dangerous, and that appealed to him. Everything about her was real. She was stimulating all his senses now. He could smell her soft perfume. He thought about his hand in her blond hair. He wanted to pull it, and force her to her knees in front of him just to see the look of surprise on her face. He just knew that she probably had soft, fuzzy, blond hair on her cunt too. Lots of it, soft and natural. She'd be too naïve to have ever thought of shaving it. He could shove his fingers into that cunt of hers. Hard. Almost hard enough to lift this sweet little woman up to him. Maybe he would. He wanted to teach her what she probably had never experienced. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted it badly. He was rock hard now, glad to be behind his desk.

She reached up to brush away some hair from her neck and it was like an electric jolt to his system. The sight of her bare neck set him on fire. He wanted to bite her there. As she moved away he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra either. He wanted her breasts in his mouth. He wanted to nibble, to bite, and to hear her moan. He wanted to make her scream. He couldn't do that here though.

Then she leaned against the desk and asked him something. He realized that she asked him what he thought.

He could lose his job for sexual harassment. There could be all sorts of other problems. But he wanted to fuck this woman, and he wanted it now. He wanted to fuck her hard. Brutally. In a way that she he could bet she'd never felt, and wouldn't forget. "I was wondering what you'd think if I said that I wanted to lock the door. But I can't do that…" If anything happened, it wasn't going to be a sweet and gentle love affair, but a fast and fiery explosion between them.

She started, looked at him, and didn't move. The silence deepened, but he held her eyes. She nodded, barely but he saw it. Asked again with his eyes then moved to the door. She met him as he moved away from it. She didn't have the same expectations he did. She was reaching her tiny hand up to stroke his face as he pulled her blouse over her head. He didn't even bother to get it all the way off- but left her arms tangled up behind up back with it. With one hand holding her wrists, he bent down and found her nipple instantly. He bit her hard enough to make her gasp and try to pull away. Yet he could hear her breathing.

It was time. He pushed her to the side of the desk. He forced her to lean over with her breasts touching his desk. She would feel whatever was on his desk against her skin. He forced her slacks down and made her spread her legs wide and lift her ass. He wanted to fuck her ass, but that might be too much for her now. She wore a small black thong. It was wet. But he did see the ruler on his desk, and knew she could handle that at least. He smacked her ass hard twice with it, pushing her head back down as it snapped up. She moaned, but never said a word. His cock was hard and his balls tight. He shoved the thong to the side. He liked clothes in the way. It would bother her some. He slammed into her- all the way, rocking against the desk. "Fuck me harder," She whispered again and again.

When it was over, he watched her get dressed. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss- sweet and gentle. Something in him knew that she was pleased. He also knew that she'd never say anything and it would never happen again. That evening he got an email asking about when they could reschedule their missed meeting.

Devil was Poor Hostess...

There was a knock at the door. Loud. Commanding. Lestat was near and went to open it. He figured that anyone knocking at this door could only be interesting. It was Juno and Henry. “Hello.” She said. “We were next door. We heard the music. We brought some wine. There is more in our rooms next door. I was hoping that we could join you. Perhaps open the doors between the rooms. May we come in?” Under Juno’s coat, she appeared to be wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra at any rate. Henry was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and an even tighter white t-shirt. They looked good together. Both were smiling.

“Certainly. My name is Lestat. Let me introduce you to our hostess, Devil. Please come in.” He turned to look around for the room for Devil as Juno and Henry walked in. He didn’t see her immediately. He looked more closely. The party was pretty wild at this point, people mixing- some women dancing. Spitfire and Devil were missing. Hmmm. “Excuse me, make yourself comfortable. Our hostess is missing for the moment.” Let me get you a drink” Lestat moved towards the bar with Juno and Henry. He introduced them to Evilious and Padme. “Karl, can we get some drinks for our new guests. Devil and Spitfire aren’t here at the moment.” He gave Karl a look indicating that he had no clue where they’d gone. “I’ll take care of it,” Karl said.

Karl had a feeling that Devil and Spitfire hadn’t gone far. They weren’t wearing clothes that would allow them to travel the hotel without running into trouble. “Damned women” he muttered. He knew that Juno was on one side of the hotel suite so he went the other direction. The door to the room next door was cracked open. He could hear music playing. A smile crossed his face. This was something he wanted to see.

He opened the door, and slipped quietly inside. Yes. They were there. Playing. They did not notice him as he quietly closed the door behind him. He watched them. They were so hot. Involved with each other. They never noticed him. He waited until they both collapsed on the bed. Holding each other in their arms.

“That was hot. Very nice. I’m here to bring you back. Now. There is no rest for the wicked, and you are so excellently wicked. Let’s go. Get dressed. Something. Doesn’t need to be much.” Damn he was hard. Wanted to take them both right now. He had been gone long enough though. They would pay later for this. Spitfire smiled. “I’ve had you to myself. Let’s go back and see what else is going on.” Devil pulled on a robe. See through. Nothing more.

They returned through the connecting suite doors. As they walked back into the main party, Karl held the door open for the women. Devil looked at him with mischief in her eyes. The “I knew you would bring us back, and open the door for me” type of look. Karl grabbed Devil’s arm and told her that she was not taking good care of her guests or her party. “Oh, I think that they are having fun,” and she reached up and dragged her nails across his tattoos on his arms. Tossing her hair and looking up at him. “Did you even know that you had new guests?” Challenge and fire in her eyes- as usual. She would do as she wanted. Oh but Karl liked the challenge- he was strong as well. Stronger than this little Devil, and he’d been watching too many woman play this night. Especially this woman. Recently. The memory still in his mind, and his body.

He never reacted as her nails scratched down his arm. Never moved. She was playing with him. Trying to get him to let her go, but he’d decided that he was going to play a different game. One that she would never admit to. He reached out with his other hand and grasped her chin. Controlling. Turned her head to look at him in the eyes. “On your knees. Now.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t move. He knew that she wasn’t going to. He knew that she wanted a fight, a struggle. Too proud. Too strong. But she wanted someone stronger as well. He knew what she read. What she liked. He was amused that he could predict her so well. He wondered if he knew that she was so easy to read- her with her games.

With one move- he twisted her arm behind her back. With his other hand, the one that had been holding her chin, he wrapped it her hair and pulled. Hard. Her head went back. She gasped. He repeated himself. “On your knees. Now.” She looked at him with defiance, but he had control of her at the moment. She knelt. When she was on her knees in front of him, he let go of her hair and arm. “You’ve been bad tonight. Neglectful. Disappearing. How are you going to make it up? How are you going to fix things?”

She laughed at him. Her chin down, head cocked, looked up at him. “And who put you in charge? I didn’t” He wrapped his fingers in her hair again, pulled her head back so that she was looking back, and leaned down and kissed her. He had complete control. Her head was held by his grasp, she had to work to maintain her balance. A long, forceful kiss. What he wanted. Irrelevant if she wanted it or not. There was an intake of breathe from somewhere else in the room. Someone watching liked what they saw. “I did,” he answered her. He liked that someone was watching them.


Her chest was heaving as she tried to slow her breathing. She glared at him. She was not naturally one to give in so easily. There were other people in her life. People she cared deeply about. She decided she was getting up. Karl put his hand on her shoulder. “No. You will stay there.” No. She wasn’t. She was going to enjoy her party. Her way. One kiss was enough. Nice, but enough. She continued to get up. Moved away from Karl’s hand.

Before she quite knew exactly what had happened she was pinned against his body, her robe partially off her shoulders across her back, her hands held behind her back in Karl’s hands and unable to move. What’s more- she could feel how hard he was. Held tight next to him. Those that watched her could see her close her eyes and slowly tilt her head back. There was a soft gasp. She could only partially deny that he was exciting her as well. But she might try… She would for awhile. The struggle both true and an illusion.

He pulled the robe tie loose. Still using he body to hold her close, he tied her hands behind her back. With her own robe tie! The robe loose around her. (After all- she was only wearing it to return back to this particular hotel suite…)

Karl was going to have this Devil tonight. His way. But first, he would make her submit to his will. Make her scream if necessary. Something in him told her that she wanted it. Maybe even needed it. She had always been loved and treated well. It was her party. He would give her what she wanted, but couldn’t admit. The rules of society, of life. He would never really hurt her, but he would challenge her. Watch her eyes. Watch her body. See how she reacted. She caved to him too easily earlier- when he only pulled her hair. Of course, that was in all of her stories, so he knew that was something that she liked.

He leaned close to her and whispered, “Tell me what you want. What you really want.” “Not you” she answered. Almost hissed. He didn’t believe her. She was fighting for the fun of it. Still whispering, so that nobody else heard. “You’re wet. Am I right?” He still held her in his arms, their bodies touching. A soft, “Yes.”

He ran his hand across her cheek, then down to her breast. “Then you’ll tell me if you want me to stop. Anything. Or I walk away right now, and you can find someone else to untie you. Will you tell me if you want me to stop?” He started to roll her nipple between his fingers. To squeeze it. “Yes” she said. “You’ll tell me?” “Yes…” Soft, breathless, desire already in her voice. He squeezed her nipple so hard that she gasped, pulled away- but only a little. He didn’t let go. Not just yet. God, he was hard feeling her next to him. He was wearing too many clothes as well, but not much longer. She moaned slightly. He knew she liked everything. The pain mixed with the pleasure. The struggle for power. With one hand still wrapped around her and pulling him next to him, he moved it to her ass. Played. Explored. The other hand grabbed her pussy to see just how wet she really was. Plenty.

Their was music playing, People scattered about the room. Evilious and Spitfire were dancing. Padme was begging Lestat for a spanking. It looked like he would agree. Juno was moving through the room, but she kept looking back towards them. Suze was quietly watching them from the bed, gently running her hand across her breasts. Karl moved his hands and pushed Devil to her knees. She didn’t resist. His hand staying on her shoulder to make sure that she maintained her balance with her hands behind her. He wore his leather kilt, and a black shirt.

She looked so hot kneeling there in front of him with her hands tied behind her. Looking up at him, the robe open, but still on. It was off the shoulders. Yes, he’d have her and soon. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped it on the floor next to her. As he went to remove his kilt, he felt the belt on the kilt. She’s struggled with the spanking earlier. Fought like the demon she was, but never cried out. He stepped out of the kilt, but pulled the belt out. He’d spank her in a minute, but she was in such a perfect position. He grabbed the back of her hair and held her head back. Then he shoved his cock in her mouth. It was a perfect play of him controlling her, but her having just enough control to give him what he wanted. And she did. Sucking him deep to the back of her throat. There was no doubt that she enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed what he saw with her and Spitfire.


After a few minutes, other thoughts were in his mind, despite the pleasure that she was giving him. She was near the bed so he simply pushed her towards it. When she landed sideways leaning against it, he roughly rolled her over so that she was face down. She couldn’t fight much in this position- not with her hands behind her back. He used his foot to spread her legs apart. He grabbed the belt, and hit her with it. Once to see her reaction. “Too much?” She had gasped and tried to move away, but she didn’t say anything. He hit her again with the belt- 2 more times. With the third strike she cried out, but her body was reacting as well. It was enough. He knew that it hurt. Even the first blow, but she refused to give in then.

He reached down and undid the tie holding her hands. Let it fall to the floor. She collapsed face down on the bed with her legs hanging off. He pulled her onto the bed. Her hair was down her back, long and blond. He pulled her head up by her head, “Tell me what you want now.” With his other hand, he reached between her legs. He was rough, but that wasn’t his concern. She was his, but she had to tell him now what she wanted. She was so wet, but he knew that before he ever touched her. Her whole body had told him. “Tell me!” An order. He let her go. He didn’t touch her at all, but was standing close. She moved her body so that her legs were touching his, reached her hand back towards him, and started to roll over. “I want you to fuck me. Your way.” He pushed her back down on the bed. Her hair was in her face, but he left his hand on her shoulder blades so she couldn’t lift up and fix it.

He straddled her with his legs, shoving hers together. When he slammed into her, he left his hand on her back, and leaned forward. He went deep. He heard the deep intact of her breath, somewhere near a gasp and a cry. He wanted to leave her raw. He would, too. She was ready. It didn’t take long before she exploded. Something that he loved to see, loved to feel.

He wondered just how much she could handle. He couldn’t take much more either. He started to play with her ass. She moved backward towards his hand. He looked at Suze, who was still on the bed next to them. She got up and silently got him some lube. He pulled out. Devil whimpered, “No. Please no…” He was quick, before he took her again. Hard. She arched, and he let her. This was worth the trouble she was.

When he was finished, they collapsed on the bed together. Devil said, “I thought I heard someone calling your name, but I didn’t care… I hope they took your clothes. I like you without them.”

The party continued…

Jamie's Mirror

"She saw the look in his eyes
N' she knew better
He wanted her tonight
And it was now or never
He made her feel so sad
Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'
Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Now Jamie wouldn't say all right
She knew he'd forget her
N' so they said ah-good night
Oh, and now he's gone forever

She wants to send him a letter, uh yeah yeah
Uh, just to try to make herself feel better
It said "Gimme (Gimme a call sometime)"
But she knows what that'll get her

Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'
Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'

Now Jamie's been in love before (Ahh-ahh)
And she knows what love is for (Ahh-ahh)
It should mean a little, a little more (Ahh-ahh)
Than one night stands. Woo! "
- Jamie's Crying by Van Halen

Jamie was 18. Tired of being in the same house as her parents. Really ready to be out on her own. Independent. But she had another year of high school. She was tired of her boyfriend too. She had just come home from another fight with him. She thought that she loved him. But it no longer was enough. He kept pushing her for sex. But... She wanted to wait. Wanted to make sure that their relationship was special. That he was going to be there for her. He was pushing really hard.

She wasn't a virgin. That wasn't the issue. Not anymore. But the last guy wasn't anything special either. Quick. Fast. Meeting his own needs. She ended up frustrated. Wondering if there was something more. A time when men took care of the women- first. He left too. She walked around her room. Just wondering if there was something more. Frustrated. Tonight- they'd both parted wanting more. She'd stopped him, knowing it wouldn't be worth it. He wasn't. But still her body cried out. Wanting. Wanting more. Tough to be young. Full of ideals. Would it ever change?

She leaned against the dresser and looked in the mirror. It was a large mirror, so she could see well. Confident. She looked good tonight. Attracted attention. Actually, her boyfriend got jealous then too. Threatened. Didn't he see? She was his. At least at the moment. But it bothered him when other men looked at her with desire. Suddenly anger surged. She yanked off her bracelet and threw it at the mirror.

To her surprise- it vanished through the mirror. OK. She'd had a couple of drinks tonight. She didn't think it was enough for her parents to notice. They'd managed a bottle of wine. But things didn't vanish through mirrors. What the hell was this- Alice in fucking Wonderland?!? No. It was her house, and she lived with her parents. Still. She didn't see her bracelet. She grabbed her watch, and threw it at the mirror as well, anger gradually being replaced by curiosity. It too disappeared.

Her hand reached up to touch the mirror. Had she ever touched it before? Not for a long time? She didn't think so. Not since she was a child... The mirror felt cool. Misty. But it wasn't solid. Her hand went through. Right. That settled it. She was going to see if she could go through the mirror. She climbed on the dresser. Some of her things fell to the floor but she didn't notice. Then she paused. What was on the other side? Would she tumble to the floor or fall a great distance? Should she crawl though so she could see or go feet first? She could see a dresser- could she touch it? She reached her hand through to touch the dresser on the other side. It was solid. That was all it took. She crawled through. Felt a chill down to her bones.

Part of the room that she was in looked just like her own room. The part that could be seen from the mirror. But it opened up. Didn't really have the same walls. Or maybe it didn't have walls. It was hard to tell. The lighting was different. Softer. Out of focus. She was just starting to look around when she heard a man's voice. Deep, soft and sexy.

"Hello, Jamie. We were hoping that you would come tonight. Your frustration opened the mirror. Nothing will hurt you here. There will be no lasting consequences when you return. Only memories and knowledge will go with you. Changing who you are. Who you will be. Please come here."

She looked towards the voice. There were two men sitting on opposite ends of a couch. Drinking a glass of wine. There was third glass of wine on the table. Waiting for her? She felt silly crawling on the dresser anyway. Her dresser- in another world. She swung her feet down and walked toward the men. She walked with pride. She knew that she looked good. She was still wearing the clothes from her date. Tight jeans, a purple blouse that was unbuttoned more than her mom liked. The men were watching her. Casually. Why did that annoy her? She noticed there was a bed off to the side. It was made with red satin sheets. Wow. That looked amazing. Something that she'd only seen in pictures... Where exactly was this going? So many thoughts and impressions in a short walk.

The first man got up. He slid his arm around her waist, pulled her close and gave her a brief kiss. "I'm Michael. This is John. If you want to stay- then go change your clothes. There are a few choices laid out in the bathroom. The wine is for you- if you want it." He let her go and returned to the couch. John smiled.

There was electricity in the air. There was electricity in her body. She found both men extremely attractive, but this situation was beyond her. Was she ready to accept whatever they were offering? She didn't feel as if she was dreaming. Somehow this was real. He was right- it would change who she was. Who she would be for the rest of her life? She had an idea what could happen. Satin sheets. Two men. But she had an idea that she had no real clue either. She picked up the glass of wine. It was excellent. Smooth, there was no bitter taste. She thought about how her body felt. There was only excitement, arousal- no fear, no apprehension. In the space of only a few seconds she made a decision. She walked to the bathroom.

She'd never seen a room quite like it. A bathroom yes. It was also a dressing room. There was a counter laid out with some clothes. She knew that they would fit her. But they were "more" and less then anything she'd ever worn before. More incredibly sexy. Less overall clothes. Three choices were laid out.

There was a blue dress. It was a very thin material. She could tell that it was going to cling to every curve of her body. It didn't look long enough to be a dress. Looked like it was a shirt, but it obviously wasn't.
There was a black dress. Holding it up she saw that it was longer- not much. The fabric was soft. Loved it. It draped open in the front all the way to the waist. Hell if she leaned forward- she might as well not be wearing anything. Guess you don't wear a bra. Hmmm. Maybe that was the point with all of the clothes. OK- first lesson learned.

The third was an outfit was a mini-skirt. Black. Short again. Not a surprise anymore- she was learning. She laughed. Her mother would burn it before she let her out of the house in something that short! It would show her ass if she leaned over. Maybe even when she was standing up! There was a black top with it. No arms. Again it was open to the waist. Draped. Barely covering her breasts.

There was also a pair of boots that came to her ankles. A pair of black thigh high stockings. Some makeup and a curling iron. The wine was half gone. All right. She'd play. Completely. See where this evening would take her. Trust them. Alice in Wonderland alright. The new version.

She tried on the outfit with the mini-skirt. Something about the idea of pissing her mom off appealed to her. Damn she needed to get away from home. She was right that it was really, really short. She didn't even know where they sold a skirt this short. Maybe she'd start looking. She was glad that she was wearing a thong. Yes, she looked good. Spent a few minutes with makeup and fixing her hair. OK. She was ready to walk out and see what would happen now. She left her wine glass on the counter.

She walked out. Both men were sitting on the couch again. Watching her. Appreciation in their eyes.

John said, "Stop. Turn around.” She did. Slowly. Knowing they were watching. The boys at school always watched her. “Lift up your skirt.” She brought her hand up from the side of her leg, and lifted up her skirt in one fluid movement- then dropped it back down. Both men laughed. “Take off the thong, Jamie. Leave it on the floor. Then lift up your skirt and show us your pussy. Hold it up- nicely.” She hadn't thought about not wearing her thong. OK. That was easy enough. She made a nice show of reaching up and dropping it on the floor. Now for the second part of his request- it made her think. Of course- she knew in the back of her mind that this evening was about sex. She wanted to see what they had to offer her. So it didn't matter did it? Still only using one hand, she lifted up her skirt, and held it up at the waist-letting them look at her. She waited until Michael nodded his head. God, she was wet already.

Michael said, "Good. Now crawl over to us." Oh, Fuck that. She wasn't an animal. She walked over to them slowly and stood looking at them. She reached up and stroked John's face with one finger. He did not move a muscle. Just waited. She looked at Michael. He just waited. She felt like a child. This was something she did not understand. She walked back over by her thong. Turned around. Took a deep breathe and slowly crawled over to the men. Pretending to be a cat. Stretching out her legs. She looked up, but did not stand. "Better. But you might get spanked for that later. You will do exactly what we say. In return, you will enjoy yourself thoroughly. We all will. Undress us. While crawling or on your knees."

She started with John, as he was closest. Both men were wearing button down shirts and jeans. With John she reached up and slowly unbuttoned the shirt- running her hands across his shoulders as she pulled the shirt down. Then she moved towards his pants. A belt. Men always were wearing belts, and when they were sitting down- they were never easy to remove. Belt undone, jeans undone- he cooperated enough that the pants came off easily from that point. She had to crawl backwards though. He wore no underwear. She dropped the clothes off to the side and crawled to Michael. He wasn’t' far away. She could reach his jeans with her feet still over John. So she started with his jeans...

When Michael was undressed he said, "I'll turn the music on. I want you to dance. For us, of course. Remove your clothes- except the boots and the stockings." So Jamie danced, and removed the clothes that she had just put on. She felt strange dancing essentially nude in front of these men that were strangers. She did not even know their full names. But excited as well. She knew that she was in their power. She had fallen through the mirror. What was going to happen next? Her dancing was not like the school dances. She moved to turn them on. She moved because the music was in her body and fire in her blood. She was alive.

John got up. He wrapped his arm around her from behind. She could feel that he was hard. He pushed her against the window. The cold window. Funny- she hadn't noticed it before but it was only a few feet away. Some things seemed to change here. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. "Do you like it when someone can see you? Do you like the feel of the cold against your breasts? Answer me!"

"Yes." It came out as nothing more than a whisper. An admission of where she was. What she needed. He pinched her nipples. "Do you like that?" "Yes..." "I wonder how hard you like it..." And he pinched again- hard enough for her to gasp. He smiled. Not an evil smile, but a knowing one. She smiled as well. “About that much- now.” She knew he was in control.

He pushed her to the wall and turned her around. "On your knees. Hold my legs. Put your head against the wall. Stay there, please. Look up at me. I want to see your eyes. Open your mouth." She did as she was asked. His cock was hard. Huge. He slowly pushed it into her mouth and kept going. When he got to the back of her throat, she gagged. "Squeeze my leg when it's too much. Relax." Damn it. She thought she knew how to suck a man's cock. Her boyfriend certainly thought she did. OK-wait maybe he didn't know any better. Her eyes watering. She wanted to please him. Taking him so deep into her throat that she gagged, squeezing his legs- or not. Listening to him. Looking up at him. Yes. She couldn't move away... But then she didn’t want to either.

Michael had laid down on the bed. Watching. John stopped. “Go to him.” She wasn’t sure what was expected then, but she moved to the bed, planning to kiss him. He took her in his arms and held her. Wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling it gently back. John was behind her his hands on her hips- then taking off the rest of her clothes. She felt them move closer so that she could feel their bodies completely touching her on both sides. Hands and kisses intertwined. She felt confused- not knowing where to turn, who to touch. Then John backed away, and as she looked over her shoulder to see why- he smacked her ass. "Hey" Jamie rolled onto her back.

Michael laughed.“Yeah. It’s time, but I think we should restrain her, so that she doesn’t know who is doing what.” Jamie who had begun to sense the differences between the two men, and didn’t like the idea of being restrained said, “I would know who you are! And I don’t need to be spanked or tied up!” But Michael grabbed her hands and pulled them together and tied them over her head. John slipped a blindfold on her. Briefly their was a game- “Tell us Jamie, who touched you” as the men moved silently around her. She knew most of the time. But at some point Jaime was rolled onto her stomach and John resumed the spanking. She was surprised that she actually liked it. But maybe part of liking it was because somebody had their fingers inside her at the same time. She definitely wanted more. She wanted to find out if she liked this, but it suddenly stopped. She moaned in protest and the blindfold and ties were ripped off.

“On your knees.” She could barely move. To be so close, and to have them stop. Why? They lay down on the bed. Next to each other, but with her in the middle. Watching her. She understood. It was her turn to please them. Both of them. At once. She placed one hand on each of them. Tracing her hand up and down their chests, down to their cocks. She brought them up to her own breasts and played with them. Moved slightly and began sucking John’s cock then Michael’s alternating. Always having one hand on each. Watching their eyes. Their faces and reactions as she gave them what they wanted. Knowing she’d never forget this evening.

Before long, John pulled her into his side, and his cock slammed into her from behind. Shuddering. "Suck my cock, Jamie." Said Michael. An order. She reached for him and did so. Keeping her hips next to John. She was so close. So close. John started to shake, and pulled her close. After he let her go, Michael took her. Holding her legs together and up in the air. She exploded. More than she'd ever felt before.

"The night isn't over Jamie." We're just beginning as he stroked her neck. Hours left. You will be sore when we're done. You will remember...

Artwork - Mistress of Time by IO4

Artwork -Mirror Mirror by Barrowlass

Artwork - Mirror Portal II by Crommcruac

Devil's Pajama Party

The hotel
Our own rooms.
But we met in the suite.
Luxury suite.

Long coats hiding the clothes we wore.
Only two men were invited.
Those that live here.
Jobs they had.
Lestat- The photographer. The writer.
To tell the tale later.
KarlElvis- Doorman, Bouncer, Peacekeeper if needed, Bartender, and Designated Spanker...

The guests-
Padme- wore a red thong... Nothing more.
Bella- Blue pajamas- from Fredericks.
Evilious - Black Leather corset.
Spitfire - Pink lace. See through.
Devil - Black and red teddy. The red were sequins. Formed a collar too. And boots.

What they brought-
Padme - spanking toys
Bella- feathers
Evilious - a whip
Spitfire - handcuffs
Devil - Silk ties and a blindfold

Oh you know that Karl and Lestat wanted to play...

Music played.
Devil danced.
Spitfire joined her.
Hands on each other.
Evilious cracked her whip.
Smiling her wicked grin.

Hey Padme-
What does Master think about the party?
Doesn't he want to come?
He doesn't know...
Oh Bad, Bad girl.
You need a spanking...
More than one she said.
I need them all night.

Bella crawled under the desk.
Evilious said I get this one!
She said at the desk.
Padme leaned over.
Spitfire counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
And Bella's hands went up Padme's legs..
Pushing them wider apart.

Karl-
These ladies need a drink.
I want to watch more than this.
Lestat's camera never stopped.
He was crawling on the floor.

Oh wait.
Evilious hit him with her whip!
So he turned and took pictures of her.
She loved it.
A model. Touching her self to the music.
For him. Bella is watching too.
Left her husband behind to come!
Ladies party..
The girl is wild.

Karl left Padme a drink on the desk.
Her spanking was over-
but she pretended it wasn't.
Bella still under the desk...
(What comes after the dot dot dot?)

How was he going to give Bella a drink?
Eyes peering between wide legs.
A red thong.
Oh hell- he just knelt down and handed the drink
through the lovely arch.
Couldn't resist letting his hands touch as he stood.
Click. Click. Click.
I need another spanking! She whined.
No problem...
Karl was ready for that!

Spitfire and Devil were dancing?
Well still in the center of the room...
Moving to music.
Moving to each other's music too!
Evilious was circling them.
Her hands all over them.
As theirs played with her as well.
She went to the floor.
Took Devil's boots off.

Hey! We never got a drink!
Devil's being a brat.
Karl's eyebrows went up.
Used to controling the women.
Evil was crawling on the floor.
Towards Bella. Between Padme.
Around Lestat.
Click. Click. Click.
Around Spitfire.
A beatiful cat. Long blond hair.
She couldn't decide where to pounce.
She wanted it all. She could have it tonight.

Karl brought a drink for Spitfire.
He spilled Devil's on her.
Spitfire grinned. The clothes come off!
So that you can get properly cleaned up.
The sound of velcro...
Was that a video camera?

Devil's fire flashed.
I wanted my drink!
Evilious grabbed her ankle.
Spitfire said, but I want my twin!
I want her in my handcuffs.
Powerless. Like she wants to be.
A struggle. A fight that wasn't real.
Avoiding the bed-
for the physical contact.
The nails on skin.
Devil fights.
A struggle from within.
A smile on her face.
Damned Gemini.

Lestat! Karl! Help.
Get her down on the bed.
Evilious is in the way.
Is she helping Devil or Spitfire?
Devil hold her. Two to move.
She is a wild cat. Always there.

Lestat pins Evilious.
And she looks up at him with a smile.
Karl struggles with Devil.

Padme walks over.
Spank the Devil.
She needs it.
Bella joins her.
When did they lose their clothes?
Yes.

Yes. Devil gets a spanking.
Not as willing as Padme.
She'll have bruises from the struggle.
Lestat can't take pictures here.
Holding Evilious.
But she's all over him.
Spitfire says stop when Devil slows.
Moves to kisses.

Handcuff them together.
Evilious and Devil.
For awhile.
It's done.
But all the women are on the bed...
The men not far away.

What happens next at Blue's Pajama party?
There was still a blindfold-
and silk ties that were never used...
A night to spend.


(None of the characteracters in this story had any real knowledge of what I was upto. Devil's causing trouble her way. They may or may not be true to form. I take full responsiblity. It's nothing more than fiction! Enjoy it at that level. It started from comments on another post. Click their icons to get to their sites. "What comes after the ...")
( BW Artwork Tenderness by Valerian70)
(Artwork - top; Becca II by nhirschberger)