Kaye Buckley is Moving! She’s Excited! She has a New Opportunity to Create a New Play Space! The setting for some calls is her previous SF dungeon. Here’s one example. From Her Lips…to your ears…
I was talking with one of my favorite callers last week. We usually do sustained masturbation with me directing his verry prolific hands and with the aid of some toys, like a cock ring, prostate stimulator and some verry slippery lube. During an hour call, he often comes up to five times. If he's up to the challenge, that is.
Of course, the first four times he only dribbles, but the last time he erupts like a volcano. That takes some hedonistic control on both our parts.
As we settled into the call, I remembered another session with a sub and one of my favorite girls. There was some sensual rope bondage, tying him to a chair, wrists to knees, ankles to chair legs. As the rope slithered over his body he suddenly felt himself captured. I put my foot between his legs just under his trussed up balls, pushed my knee into his chest leaning into him and adding to the feeling of constriction. Grasping his hair with both hands, face very close to his, my eyes bored into his.
"You're going to watch and learn," I told him.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"But first, I want you to masturbate without touching yourself. And not in the most obvious way."
As he hesitated, unsure of what to do, I said, "I've created the bondage situation, you do the rest. Move your body. Create sensation. Explore your erotic possibilities. Make it hot."
The light went on, and he began to writhe. Of course the vibrating butt plug I had inserted didn't inhibit him.
I nodded, satisfied. I always get wet when a sub becomes enlightened, capable of understanding my machinations. Or at least making an attempt. I know he wanted to touch his cock, but he would have to wait for that.
With a smugly satisfied look, my eyes abruptly flicked to the door in response to a soft knock.
"Come. I mean, come in."
She entered the room a bit timidly, my girl with her art deco face that contrasted with a well-muscled, chiseled body, the result of doing trapeze work. Short curly red-gold hair framed her face. Her eyes were green flecked with gold, full soft lips parted in a half-smile, half-pout. Except for my collar and high heels she was naked.
I introduced them and told them they were going to have a little dual of sorts.
I sat my girl down in a chair in front of him, putting ankle and wrist cuffs on her. Then I spread-eagled her attaching her arms and legs to a bondage frame behind her. I watched his eyes bug out as she was displayed with her legs spread wide.
My arousal, already high, began to climb higher. It was obvious that everyone else's in the room did too. Against her pale skin, the red-gold of her pussy hair framed her lips, already swollen and glistening with excitement.
I put on black latex gloves, then picked up the clothespins. Six in all. Tracing the contours of her pussy, I stretched her labia out and slowly began putting them on. All six. Three on each side. Her breathing, then his, quickened, as my fingers gently toyed with my creation, stroking, teasing, and finally penetrating. But just once.
As I withdrew my finger, her pussy juice dripped from it. Not wanting to waste it I inserted it into his mouth.
"Suck it like it's the best thing you've felt and tasted in the last week," I commanded. His tongue moved over my finger, and I felt it deep within my own cunt like that's where his mouth really was. Or wanted to be.
I was the first to have a mini-orgasm of my own. Fitting since I was directing this little scenario. Now it was his turn. I picked up six more clothespins and in less than a minute he was sporting three respectively on his cock and balls.
"Since men often can't handle as much pain as women, I'm going to cut you a break." Releasing his left wrist I told him to use it without disturbing the clothespins, mixing pain with pleasure.
It was an extra little challenge as he was right-handed. But tentatively he found the right spots and began moving his hand up and down. His hard-on had barely wavered.
Moving to the lights, I dimmed them a bit. Walked over to the bondage table and picked up the violet wand. My girl made a slight gasp of anticipation. "Your turn again," I said, pulling on her clothespins then making them rattle like castanets.
I turned on the violet wand. Magically it became static electricity in my hand to wield…where? Eyes wide and mouths agape I thoroughly had their attention. As it buzzed and popped I held it up…then raked it across my own cleavage. My head went back as the sensation ripped over my breasts. "Ahhhhhhhhh…"
Then I moved it down to my girl's open pussy, bringing it closer, and just close enough that the violet arc leaped from the tip of the wand to her wetness. Her head went back as mine had, and her gasps this time were considerably louder. I moved it over that delicate flesh as she moaned and writhed in her bonds.
"Oh my god, Ma'am, please…permission…" From his chair.
"All right," I said, "But just a dribble…on the count of five."
And then it came spewing up like a mini-fountain that wasn't turned on all the way. It slowly dribbled over his cock as I flicked his clothespins with my nails. Pain/pleasure again. But mostly pleasure from the look on his face.
I brought my magic wand over to his cock, looking into his eyes again. "You'll try this for me, won't you," I intoned. The violet arc reached its target effortlessly: the head of his cock.
"Veeeery Gooood…now for the finale. Count for me." I began taking the clothespins off his cock, but left the ones on his balls. "…three," he gasped. Dousing his cock with more lube I told him to masturbate like he meant it, but not to come unless I told him to. The silky cold of the lube was a welcome relief to the heat of his cock.
I turned to my girl, and looking into her eyes began stroking her pussy. She was so wet there was a pool under her ass. Feeling firecrackers between my legs, I said in a fierce voice, "You too. No coming unless I tell you to." Her delicate features were contorted as she moved against my hand. I penetrated her again and again, finding her hard clit and working it just enough to keep her on the edge. Then I brought my mouth down on hers and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth.
"We're almost there," I said, gritting my teeth. OK…do it…do it NOW…! I wanna hear you. Do it. Do it. DO IT…BOTH of you…!"
The room fairly rocked with our explosions. I heard the laughter and applause of my upstairs neighbors, as they hooted and called down to me: "Triple Triple Yum Yum!". It wouldn't be the first time I heard them (and vice versa)—nor would it be the last.
Take Note: My number will CHANGE by January, 2011. Keep your eyes peeled, and for a hot time, Call Me: 510-922-8777
