Craig's List
Just like every night after dinner, the Mrs. and I sit to watch television then the local news. Rarely do we do much talking, other then the kids or household matters. Tonight’s lead story on the news was devoted to a website that you could list in multiple areas your job requirements and skills. I watched attentively, for my sole-proprietor business was in need of more income. The newscaster explained for a small fee you could reach many new customers. That the internet world was the next step in achieving success with quicker results. I jotted down the website, continued to watch the sports and weather. Then retired for the night.
In the morning I stumbled through my routine of grabbing the newspaper and a cup of coffee. Plopping into my lazy-boy, I opened the paper. The front page gave accolades to the website from last night’s news, I read how many have utilized it to make a profit. With coffee in hand I headed to my computer. Typed in the website and looked over other contractors and how they listed their services. Wanting to have my ad different from all the other prospective competition, I started a list to advertise my qualities and my willingness to travel.
In researching the site some more, I realized there were many different categories where I could place my ad. And to be honest there were some categories I didn’t quite understand. But I liked the fact I could learn some and perhaps get my business savvy in the internet world. I was thrilled when I clicked “place your ad“. After it ok’d my listing, the site brought me back to the main page. In browsing about the main page not only were their jobs to be offered, but any hobby you wanted to experience. This prompted me to start another list. My thoughts were if only once, I could complete a list. Perhaps this list was the one.
I always wanted to sky-dive. I longed to go white water rafting. The climax of hanging after I bungee jumped, oh my god ! Clicking back and forth between categories I noticed the Adult Entertainment section. I scrolled over the link, clicked it and there to my surprise was ad after ad of men and women selling whatever you fancied. I smiled thinking could it be that easy to have sex without any drama or commitment. I opened listing after listing, the more opened, the more I felt so tempted. After decades, our married life had ran its course. Fran had lost interest in our sexual relationship years back. That once or twice a year conjugal visit on an anniversary or holiday only made me realize my prison was a solitary confinement. With each listing I opened I ached. All so willingly eager to please me and all I had to do was email them back.
My cock twitched, at the thought of someone else touching me. No more stroking off a load in the shower thinking of my secretary’s voluptuous tits. Oh how I have jerked off way to many times to my flimsy lingerie female customers with slightly open silky robes, when I arrive to renovate their homes. Their morning glow from their nights escapades, captivate my mind and hardened my cock. To think of their beautiful bodies squirming as I would have them moan with delight, dripping in pleasure and me savoring their juices.
I remembered when I suggested to Fran we do some role-play to possibly encourage a new flame to our icy union. Her twisted face and low mumblings of displeasure as she walked away only aroused my zest for more than regular sex. Hell, I had envisioned any classy dressed woman I looked at to be the most naughtiest behind closed doors. To take complete control and make me her toy. I was growing hard at the thought that maybe there was a listing that could fulfill this craving I so longed for.
Scanning through each local listing title I further my search, I furthered my search to 50 miles away. Sliding down ad after ad quickly reading each titled entry I felt like I was lost in another list that would never get accomplished. And then… There it was…. “Denying Yourself, Look NO further”. Instantly I opened the link, the first few words were, you have truly found your place… at my feet….
From the kitchen doorway Fran said, “So the news story we saw will help your business?” I replied, “it’s looking positive.” I read on. “You may never get to experience anything like this again, my pet. Be the Royal subject of this amazing happening. The QUEEN will be training newbies to her court. Upon entering her castle of BDSM all will be masked, for you are not worthy to be seen, never mind speak. Have ready in written format the list of fetishes you so crave. If you please my deviant nature your training session will commence. This event is taking place tomorrow. Saturday. Email for details.” Signed, Queen bumper.
Fran had been nagging me to do some yard work in the background, so I emailed a request for more details and headed outside to start my tasks. As I pulled out the lawn mower, I thought how many people had submitted to that listing? Was it for real? And if it was how was I going to beat the competition. I had read abundant tales of BDSM. What fetishes would please me? I stopped cutting the grass and went to the computer to see if there was any reply. There was none. Periodically throughout my Friday, I stopped and checked to see if I had email, there wasn’t any. I wanted to have some contact, the edge of not knowing kept me excited.
Hours passed and numerous times I stopped doing what I was doing and checked my email. Fran called me in for dinner, we ate and resumed our nightly agenda. I checked my email everytime Fran left the room. As we watched prime time shows, I heard the voice “You have mail” and my cock flexed in my pants. On a commercial when Fran got us some drinks, Just opening the email my cock leaked.
It was from the Castle of Bumperland. The words were sparse. Attire - Black. Proper Hygiene is a must. The location was to be announce in a text to cell phones at noon tomorrow.
Only submit your number if you are truly interested, there is limited availability. Under this message was a link to a website. Fran handed me my drink and asked if I had already heard from a new customer from my posting. I shrugged my shoulders and said could be. I’ll check it later.
I didn’t forget the email all night, I want to research the link that was sent. I had to wait till Fran headed for bed and then I could use an excuse that I wanted a little extra time to learn how I could better myself on this new endeavor for my company. After the news Fran headed to bed. I anxiously opened the link. I read Bondage 101, the key elements and rules of BDSM and oh fuck the tales that were posted. I was hard and horny as hell. The sound of “You have mail” shook me in my chair. The email stated I was advised that my invitation had been declined and the event was booked. God, I felt like crap. I had an opportunity and I let it slip right through my fingers.
I replied to the email without any hesitation, “To my dismay I have let down the Queen. I should be punished accordingly.” And then I typed my cell number. I had no scruples, I just typed and sent. I wanted this more then anything. My cock was so stiff it hurt. I did not want to relief it. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to feel her strictly discipline me for not pleasing my Queen.
More alone than I had felt in years. I slept on the couch.
I was awaken by my cell phone ringing. It was 5am. Her voice was sweet, her words were inviting, her accent alluring. Her instructions were to meet her at 7am. I was told to copy directions and be on time. I promised her I would not displease her again.
After 50 some odd miles I arrived at my destination. The whole time I’m consumed with the sensation of debauchery. Being 20 minutes early, my brain persistently twists different scenarios of what could happen when she shows up. All the reading on her personal site had me thinking I’m not ready. Imagining hours ago I could please a woman that stands in a dark world where she puts others in place, was I fucking crazy? A mighty force that overtakes their bodies, makes them beg for more. God she must be so enchantingly fascinating to have the ability to make her slaves subject themselves to torture. Her voice was so enticing, so invitingly appealing, fuck I was hard just remembering how she spoke to me.
I’m broken from that thought, when a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulls up with the darkest of tinted windows. The chauffeur gets out and opens the back suicide door. Her stilettos touch the ground and her presents symbolizes the elite. Her long legged black stockings and pencil skirt with a silky blouse have me spellbound. She is no joke, like how dare I even think she was scamming the internet or me. I’m so beneath her. I only hope I can live up to her demands.
I stumble from my Toyota Tacoma, clear my throat and approach her. “The Queen, I am pleased to meet you.” and she replies, “darlin’ you do not have the right to address me in that fashion. You have not earned it. Now get in, sit still and behaved yourself.”
The uneasy moments of silence, she wasn’t saying a word and I afraid to talk. When the car started to move she threw into my lap a blindfold, quickly I covered my eyes. It didn’t matter where we were going, not being able to look at her was my punishment. After awhile, she spoke, “Do hand me your list”. I tried to explain that in the hurry of getting here I forgot it, the lashing I received to my legs clearly educated me not to utter a word more.
I was ordered to remove my clothes and if I knew what was best, I’d behave. “Obey my wishes, my pet.” I shook my head. As I placed my clothes beside me She laughed then said “ you are not fit to sit in my car. Get on all fours at me feet.” and I did. Her scent was one like I had never inhaled before. The aroma of her perfume was truly enticing. If I was asked right then to lick her I would have. A surge ran to my cock as I felt her fingers slide through my hair and come around my ear to my chin. How affectionate she was. She lifted my head and commanded me to stay. My pet needs to be collared, and collared I was… around both heads. The leash connected to both collars. I was a bitch now, her bitch that is, with the biggest hard-on.
The car stopped and the back door opened, I could feel her exiting and my leash tightened making me follow her lead. It was impossible to stand so I crawled out. She yanked the leash and I was at her side. Mixed emotions were building up in me as she paraded me about. The grass was soft, but ever once and a while a pebble or rock had me wince. Every time I winced my ass was slapped with the end of the leash. My cock had never felt so thick, so full. A trainer she was, for when I felt her fingers scratch down my spine, my head went up, I hoped my actions pleased her.
I eagerly followed her and when she lead me indoors, I was told to have a drink from a bowl that my face was pushed into. “Thirsty you are, lap up my pet.” My clumsy tongue had water splashing on to the floor. She immediately brought down a paddle to my ass. I cowardly tried to get away, only to have my leash yanked. “So you make a mess and run away from your punishment”. Instantly I licked up the water from her floor, only to feel the paddle again. I was so excited that pre-cum leaked from me and I had no control. “You drip on my clean floors.” She didn’t have to order me, I knew to lick it up. Slow long drawn out licks so I could satisfy my lust to please her. God, I wanted to lick her. Lick her and taste her juices. I no longer felt the pain of the paddle on my ass for I was relishing any contact she gave me.
Like she could read my mind, she stopped.
I listened intensively for any sign of speech or for that matter anything. Fuck, I could hear her soft breathe. Then a zipper being undone, her skirt dropping to the floor. The sound of Her heels approaching me. OMG my cock oozed, dripped profusely. It was so thick and heavy that as I felt it fall from my tip, I could hear it splat on the floor. The sole of her shoe wedged to my lips, I kissed it, was ordered to lick. She pushed my skull back further, the pain surged through my noosed sore dick.
She whispered so lightly, “stay still.” then her heels clicked across the wooden floor. Then silence. Quietly I could hear the clack of her return. Only to be followed by a swish sound muffling her pace. “My bitch dirties my floor.” With Her voice more stern, “how dare you have me step in your worthless excitement.” A jerk of my leash has my palms covered in my fluids. Her fingers slide under my collar and she brings me upright. My abused ass now sitting on my heels. “Clean yourself, my bitch.”, so soft spoken are her words yet the heat on my flesh from them have me moan as I lick. Finishing the last lick
I can hear the sound of her sitting, the tapping of her shoe. “Come, my pet”.
I get on all fours, with head up, I listen for her taps. Like a lost pet, I’m eager to reunite with my master. My ears piloted me to where my cheek and jawbone connected to her sticky sole, I immediately turn my face to lick. “Stop” she said. “Face to the floor, my bitch’s ass up, chin up, stick out your tongue.” A severe wallop of her cane, from ass to shoulders and I was forced closer to her sole. I licked my cum. The sting to my flesh was accompanied by a deep heated sensation, I groaned as I could feel welts raising from under my taut skin. Her voice, calmly saying, Speak these words my pet, “My Queen may I have another.”
I lapped the whole extent of her sole, I could feel her heel poking my Adam’s apple. I leaned my head back and as I said, My Queen may I have another, the pressure on my stretched cock shot more pre-cum. With the crack of the cane across my whole torso, my body jumped forward. A quick tug of my leash and my nose was on her shoe top where her pet’s cum spewed . “Clean it.”, she demanded.
Before my tongue could reach out to collect my naughty mess, I pleaded, “My Queen may I have another, then licked the top of her leather shoe. My ass up high, my face buried at her feet. My heart pounding, the pain so fucking searing, my hands gently holding her shoe I was licking. My mind deeply wanting to have the motion of my hips rocking. To feel my collar moving up and down on my tortured tool. I was so close to the edge.
I roar, “ PLEASE, My Queen may I have another”.
Silence.
I lift my dizzy head and repeat. Please, my Queen may I have another.
I wiggled my ass from left to right. I didn’t care what she did, I wanted to cum.
I arched my head up, knowing I could not appreciate her stare but she could see the leash stretching my bound swollen oozing tip. Without any signal an onslaught of lashings began. After each one my body folded, then vaulted for the next. On and on till my cum filled balls exploded. I screamed out in aguish and collapsed to the floor. I could feel my welts erupting on my flesh. I fell into a deep trance as I whimpered, my body shook so, that I cradled myself. Rocking myself I fell asleep.
In my dream I saw a paper all crumpled and faded. My Queen’s hand opening it and smoothing it out. In my handwriting the date was clearly legible April 25th, 1989. She read how my abundant fetish wishes were expressed. Her smile so charming, her touch so silky. How totally receptive her hand patted over mine. Her fingernails brushing away my hair from my face. I awoke and she was delicately brushing aside the hair that covered my now naked eyes. Placing something in my palm, I watched her head for the door. Looking into my hand, my list from 1989. She turns at the doorway, smiles and says, “mmmmmmm My darlin’ pet you have accomplished this list today. hmmmmmmm your Craig’s list…”
